Over the past six years, I’ve lived in three towns that revolve around winter sports: Collingwood, Ontario, and its Blue Mountain Resort; Val-Morin in Quebec’s Laurentian Mountains, with nearby Sommet Saint-Sauveur resort; and Bromont, Quebec, with its montagne d’expériences. One of the first things I noticed, as someone who began learning how to snowboard in her late thirties, is how much of the snow wasn’t snow at all. Not exactly, at least. I…