We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Another one of my skiing pals sent me some pics from a trip to Big Sky last week. His iPhone pics are so cool that I think I'll post a few of them over the next few days. I've skiied around the west a little bit - Whistler-Blackcomb, Telluride. My kids have done more of that than I have. Big Sky has always been on Mrs. BD's list. She is no expert but she lacks timidity. We Yankee skiers are idiots with serious, deep powder - we love it but we can't really handle it. We're used to skiing on an ice-like material that we call "snow."
My friend's comment: Big Couloir at Big Sky, sign in with ski patrol, required to ski w partner.
For scale, that's him skiing down the couloir. An ant. Ballsy skiing in dramatic settings, around 11,000 -12,000'. I'd take that couloir on, but not without significant trepidation. A little fear and challenge is fun, right? I can ski, but can I ski?
As a veteran of having skied KT-22 in Squaw Valley -- and lived -- I'd have to admit that's a serious piece of slope up above.
I would put "big sky country" in the same category as the autumnal colors in New England and the Grand Canyon in Arizona. You really have to see it in person to understand.
My first experience with 'big sky' was when I was 23 and decided to tool around the U.S. in my VW microbus. I remember pulling into some hills outside of Omaha right at sunset, getting out of the van, looking west, and suddenly understanding what the term 'big sky country' truly meant. I've looked across the vast deserts of the southwest since then and saw no such parallel, and ditto the wide plains of Kansas and Oklahoma. There's just something about that area of Nebraska, Montana and Wyoming that's unique. Anything further north, west or south and you hit mountains, anything further east and you hit the rolling grasslands of the corn belt.