Blessed by the snow gods.
Last Sunday, I finally packed up my ski gear for the season. While there was plenty of snow left in the high country, I'd begun having dreams of tree-lined singletrack and the blue-green mountain lakes of summer, and I figured I should heed my nightly premonitions. But Mother Nature decided to have a joke at my expense, and dump over a foot of snow on Bozeman in a two-day, early-May storm. The skis came back out and went straight on top of the car.
With over a foot in the mountains, Bozeman skiers get the last laugh.
