Chaos in the mountains

I don't really subscribe to the whole spirituality-in-the-mountains mantra, whereby we can put a bunch of our Kootenay positive energy into the atmosphere and make it snow. Usually we don't need to! This is just the science guy in me talking. I've never played the pan flute up on Ymir Peak nor sacrificed good scotch sprinkling Ullr his fair share. Weather is something you should learn about in meteorology class, not at Shambhala. However, I'm almost convinced something needs to be done other than enthusiastically hope for the next big storm. All this sunshine of late has been great but us powder skiers and boarders are thirsting for some neck deep turns like Whitewater so often delivers. Maybe we can look to the chaos theory for help. You may have heard it's the scientific hypothesis whereby a butterfly farts in the rainforest and, because of a near infinite amount of related physical possibilities, you wake up in a cold sweat at 5am knowing it's an epic powder day. So here's my plea: Let's just mix things up a bit in our daily lives. Use margarine instead of butter or leave the toilet seat down for a change. When the wind blows on your next ski tour, think of each and every particle of snow and where it will eventually settle. Chaotic, right? Then, to perturb Nature's equation, try kicking a few grains around so they settle in a different spot. You never know, they might sublimate into the atmosphere differently. Once that's done, and all the tropical butterflies realize we can push back from this end, get ready for the next snowfall warning!"Hey, where's the pan flute?"