When you call to book your stay at Three Forks, you'll talk to Allison. She'll not only reserve your room for the week, she'll book your flight from anywhere in the country to either Hayden Airport, 40 miles south of the ranch or Dixon, a small landing strip 30 minutes north. When you land, a driver, maybe Levi who is also the recreation director at the lodge, will be waiting: no need to rent a car. Guests in driving distance navigate highway 129 from the north or south. It's a narrow unpaved road without cell or satellite coverage, and in an area that can get more than 500 inches of snow a winter, four-wheel-drive is a must. After you pass through the main security gate, Allison, Lodge Manager Jenn Brenneman and General Manager Justin Flaherty will be waiting to welcome you at the grand front entrance. They'll whisk your skis off to the "igloo," the winter-sports staging area not far from the lodge, park your car and show you to your room. As you pass through the breathtaking Great Room with its hand-carved waxed pine and dark cherry paneled walls, high beam arches, floor-to-ceiling windows and bookend wood-buring fireplaces, keep an eye out for Von Clybear, the talented pianist playing the 1866 signed Steinway, one of only two of its kind.