Ski resort surveys mean nothing to me. I don't need some respondent's disappointment in her less-than-perfect latte subconsciously spilling over to her opinion about the ski slopes. I also don't need a resort's amenities, or lack thereof, factoring into a total score. I don't care if there's a nursery, a winery, or a 4-star restaurant. I'm there to ski. I've noticed that expert skiers tend to agree on the same types of ski areas because they love the SKIING experience.
Name the parameters that make a winter mountain experience memorable. Steeps, features, length of runs, vertical, lack of crowds? Glades, long cruisers, fast chairs, hidden secrets, untracked areas for exploring? Stuff steep enough to bring back that sphincter-tightening feeling you haven't felt in a while? Wide open bowls where you can go as fast as well....old Montana without a speed limit? Whatever you are seeking you will find it at Big Sky.
Our group of a dozen riders from all over the US experienced every one of these and more this last week at BigSky/Moonlight Basin. After receiving an additional 18 inches on top of an already bottomless base, most every other steep resort in the country would close their terrain and limit riding to a few select, lower angle slopes ala Snowbird, Alta, Taos, Aspen, Killington, Mammoth, Crested Butte, etc., etc. Not Big Sky. Even their burliest, steepest terrain was open for days despite round the clock snow: Castro's, The Gully's, A-Z Chutes, North Summit Headwall, The Dictator's, Big Couloir, Pinnacles, etc., etc. We did as many as we could fit in. And it was good. Unbelievably good.
With daytime temperatures cold enough to flash-freeze your face, stop up your camelback, and burst the soda in your jacket, what it meant to savvy riders hearty enough to be out on such days was the skiing equivalent of "Groundhog Day." Countless runs, conditions frozen in time, tracks perfectly refilled and rebuffed for a virgin run experience round after round.
This was one of those trips where even time-honored traditions like waiting to regroup after runs and lunch stops were discarded as easily as the wrappers from our pockets.
GT was a blast to hang out with for the week. I know we'll be doing more of this again. Between the two of us we took well over one thousand photos. We'll be posting a number of them, but here is one he took of me the day before yesterday:
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