This is where you would go to be seen. Most of the young twenty-something snowboard events are staged here and the many patios, bars and eating areas accommodate this plus the place is huge.
Skiers seem to have their own part of the mountain, so skiing hasn't yet been phased out completely. It differs on the bar patios where the older guy skiers, who are used to cruising the place, are figuring out that "ski bunnies" no longer exist. All the young girls now snowboard.
These old guys stick out like dinosaurs in their ski clothes which differ greatly from the snowboarding outfits of the young hotties. They, very obviously, look old and dated. Suddenly, their ski persona is working against them in a way they never could have imagined.
Watching the realization hit is kinda sad. But then, with some of them, that glint comes back into their eye and you can see the wheels turning as they observe and plot their next move to blend into the scene again.
Anyway, sure enough, there were lots of these older guys in my snowboarding class over at Bear Mountain. So, I guess, the thing to do, dino or not, is to get past falling down all over the place at Bear Mountain and then come back to Snow Summit to hang out as a too hip shredder.