As the saying goes: there are no friends on a powder day. This was put to the test this season as many storms hit on friday night, workingman's powder. I rolled up to my best man's house...not quite ready? Later! I got first chair, he got eighth. That same day he ditched his girlfriend on the first run. Times are tough for the liftbound powderhound in Bozeman these days, so many brosephs on rocker tip izzle fat skis. If one hesitates, let alone stop for a picture, one might miss first tracks down the nasal cavity (sorry matt), or worse, first in line for D-route. This rat race has driven us beyond the boundries in search of untracked adventure. Returning from the backcountry, we've found new joy in exploring the steepest most technical inbounds terain (dice game) with the confidence inspired by the the ski patrol's avalanche control work, something I used to take for granted. As the season turns and the snowpack changes we wait till the time is right to ski the biggest steepest lines where no one else will be, big mountain season!