I'll give it ten years and this zone will be fully gentrified by the "dirtbag" skier "culture". The goods are just too tasty. Surely, we will be seeing more articles and photos imploring the masses to come ski this last best place. It is the way. Until then, I am going to get mine.
Six solid days on top of several previous days around Bozeman created a nice little ski holiday from my normal ski holiday. As my partner sat at home fighting a virus and wishing she could ski with me. I was honored to ski a few days with one of the few winter residents of Cooke who actually back-country skis. Hopefully I passed the muster, even with a non-dynafit set-up. The anti-social nature fits me well. Skiing and partying in posses has no attraction for me. It just slows the process down and you are held to the whims of the most conservative members of your posse. Skied two blissful days by myself, pounding some north-facing steep powder. Even got to listen to some streaming dub-step up high on the spines of Montana. Hell Yes!
Oh yeah, namaste bitches.