Eighty miles west of Bozeman, copper-mining BUTTE is bunched on a steep, almost treeless hillside where massive black headframes of long-abandoned pits soar up among paint-bare homes, stark gray business premises, and a ring of surface workings and dirty-yellow slag heaps. It's an oddly compelling landscape, best appreciated at dusk, when the golden pink light casts a glow on the mine-scoured hillsides, and the old neon signs illuminate uptown's historic brick buildings. [More]