



Photo Courtesy of Peter Morning for Mammoth Mountain
For almost 64 years now, Mammoth Mountain has lorded over some of the country’s best skiing with barely a nod from skiers outside of Los Angeles. Why? We’re guessing Mammoth’s 3,500 acres, 3,100 vertical feet, and 400 inches of annual snowfall get lost in the noise of SoCal’s sand and silicone stereotypes. It’s too bad because Chair 22 might be the country’s best storm skiing, with its frosted pines, fun-size cliff hucks, and full-throttle fall lines. Then there’s the alpine. Spilling precipitously from 11,053 feet, it’s a fast and loose powder playground with perfect orographics to produce immaculate wind buff when the snow faucet turns off. An incredible mountain hiding behind Southern California’s spray-tan haze, Mammoth should be on your bucket list, somewhere right near the very top.
“Lap Gunabarrel, bring beer, and get an invitation to the Face Rats’ BBQ.” – Michael Rogan
Saying it snows quite a bit at Mt. Baker is like saying it’s pretty warm in Death Valley. Even if the ski area’s ’98–’99 winter snow- fall record of 1,140 inches is never surpassed, its annual average of 641 inches virtually guarantees an enormous base and plenty of powder schralping. The only people happier than Baker skiers are Baker snowplow drivers.
Stevens is the Chuck Norris of northwest ski resorts: quiet, calm, understated, but bursting with badassery. Namely deep snow, great terrain, and a core (but largely spray-free) locals scene. And it has night skiing, which is Chuck Norris’s favorite kind of skiing.

Photo courtesy of Mt. Bachelor
The near-constant lava flows of Bachie’s shield volcano have had a unifying effect on the terrain. And while the pitch can be somewhat predictable, this place becomes a super-G course when the breeze blows just right and fresh flakes trickle (or pour) from the sky. Bend ’em like Bode. Glide like the Hermanator. Let the wind peel back your eyelids.
Mount Hood is a volcano. Volcanoes are awesome. Ergo, Hood is awesome—and the skiing is too. Mt. Hood Meadows is high enough to get great snow but has plenty of below-treeline ter- rain. The lifts are high-speed, but there are plenty of stashes off the beaten path. The terrain trends toward steep and deep but there are also several manicured parks. What more can you ask of your friendly local stratovolcano?
Every weekend, L.A. unleashes the beast on Mammoth Lakes and Mammoth Mountain. And that’s cool, so long as you like lifted trucks, tattoos, flat brims, and all-black…everything.
“You’d never guess a small mountain like this would have some good stuff, but it does. And please don’t tell anyone.” – Lauren Lida (So much for not telling anyone.)

Photo Courtesy of Squaw Valley
The Palisades, KT-22, Little Alaska. Need we say more? You can shred the same iconic steeps as Scot Schmidt, Glen Plake, Shane McConkey, Ingrid Backstrom, Michelle Parker, and all the other legends who call this mountain home.
Le Chamois hasn’t changed much in the past couple decades, and that’s just fine. It’s still the best après spot to even out your goggle tan while crushing a few beers and a slice after a day of shredding.

Photo Courtesy of Plumas Photography
In the 1860s, Johnsville Historic Ski Bowl in Plumas-Eureka State Park became the site of some of the first recreational downhill skiing in the country when gold miners took to the slopes in the winter months. Nowadays Johnsville holds races on old-school 10- to 15- foot wooden “longboards,” just as they did back in the day.
You know the saying “No friends on a powder day”? Well, at Homewood it’s more like no crowds on a powder day, or ever, really. Thus Homewood’s actual slogan, “Smile, you’re at Homewood.”
Sierra at Tahoe isn’t really famous for much—uncrowded and mellow is more its thing. But its “strokers” (what locals call the pillowy logs and stumps they pop off of in the trees) are iconic. Head here on stormy days and lap perfectly spaced, sheltering trees.

Photo Courtesy of Corey Rich
Kirkwood’s higher-than-most base elevation, coupled with its location just west of the Sierra Crest, means it usually gets more snow than other resorts in the Tahoe region, a phenomenon known as “the K-Factor.”
Every resort does a pond skim in the spring, but how many use an actual pond? This one does.
Sierra dumps like the one that stopped the ill-fated Donner Party a century and a half ago still blanket the mountains around Donner Summit. These days we’re lucky to feast on fewer people and more fresh snow, both in the resort and out-of-bounds on runs like Lake Run, which falls from the top of Mount Judah to the west end of Donner Lake. Learn some skills or hire a guide to access the goods at Sugar Bowl Backcountry Adventure Center.
Tahoe’s classic A-frames are a painful reminder that ski towns used to be affordable for regular people. And that some of us are old enough to remember it. Sniff.
Vegas is not exactly your typical ski town (see what we mean)—après options are a little more, um, varied. When you get sick of getting glitter in your eyes at certain establishments, hit Battlefield Vegas, where a cool $2,500 buys you a turn at the helm of an M1A1 Abrams Main Battle Tank. Go ahead, run over a car, Grand Theft Auto style.
“The Squaw bros don’t go there, and the terrain is amazing. Higher base elevation means more and better snow.” – Anthony Martin

Photo Comt Rose
With a base elevation of 8,260 feet, snow is stacking up at Rose while other resorts are getting rained out. So rather than complain, just outsmart the weather.
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