As usual, I arrived at Montana Snowbowl late, maneuvering my car through the mostly empty, dust-caked parking lot. The forecast hinted that the upper mountain might be skiing well, but it was late in the season, and the rest of Missoula had moved on to different, more seasonally appropriate pass times. The lift line for the Grizzly Chair was desolate. From there, I sped to LaVelle, where I found—surprise!—that the forecast hadn’t lied for once this season. Unrestrained by