Coming down from Lena Lakes a few weeks ago after skiing the Brothers, we encountered a middle-aged man in nothing but a cheetah thong and Chacos. He was immaculately tan, shaven, overweight and glistening with cocoa butter. We paused, he paused, long pause. "How's the snow?" he asked. "Pretty good," we say. "Great," he says, "I think I'll go check it out." And he continued up the trail. He must be an advanced sun-bather, now requiring glacial reflection to achieve his bronzing.