Shrap,
All I can say is you know how to hold on to real classics. You have impeccable taste. In ski hills, too.
You should know that the best day EVER I had skiing was at Pig Sty. My last winter at Bozeman (I needed 4 credits but still took 16) I'd bought a statewide super duper pass. 1983 was a good snow year. So on Friday night, Bridger gets 28 inches, the Pig gets 20. I could either stand in line or ski, right? Turned out the Andesite side was a field of Volkswagen-sized marshmallows, SO soft and round. About four Bridger people wound up there with me, and nobody else. Never have I gotten so much easy air.
But Pig Sty still skunks.
