One night in Crested Butte, after a shift at Kochevar’s Saloon on Elk Avenue, chef John Leonardi stepped outside feeling restless. Two men sat on the steps behind the restaurant, talking in the afterglow of service. Leonardi had arrived in town on a one-way plan and a vague promise to himself that the next job would mean something. He did not know those men sitting there that night were about to give his plan life.