That mexican chick won't return my phone calls

It's January 30th, officially time to gather with pitch forks and torches and go after those meterologists that told us La Nina was coming back.  She flaked out, er, she didn't flake out... anyway we're as dry as a morman's liquor cabinet, and now that the jetstream finally shifted, we've got some serious catching up to do.  Jackson's working on it with 4 feet in a week, great falls got dumped on, west yellowstone got some snow, but even with the ol storm turbine heading our way the famed bridger bowl cloud has become the bridger bowl hole.  So in lieu of drinking heavily, growing a large unkempt beard and mumbling about the good ol' days I am just sucking it up, sniffing out the good snow, and increasing the driving radius.  In the process I have stolen a handful of great days out of this penniless winter. 

Some images to keep the hope alive:

 

The good news? By next year we'll all be forced to move to Alaska as the drought and wildfires will surely consume Bozeman by summers end.  So cheers to chugach pow!     ...until that melts too...