David Soya
Google
Alright, listen up, snow bunnies and daredevils alike. I just returned from a "relaxing" ski trip to Red Mountain, and let's just say my definition of "relaxing" has been permanently altered.
**Pros:**
No crowds, just pure, unadulterated terror:** Forget lift lines, you'll be too busy questioning your sanity to notice.
Leg day? More like leg decade. Prepare for the quad-burning workout of your life. Every run is a masterclass in endurance... and survival.
Views that'll make you forget you're about to plummet: The scenery is stunning, assuming you can keep your eyes open while navigating a minefield of moguls and cliffs.
Authentic "old school" experience:By "old school" I mean "they haven't touched this place since the 1970s, and honestly, I'm not sure they should."
Unparalleled bragging rights: "Yeah, I skied Red Mountain." Watch as your friends' jaws collectively hit the floor.
**Cons:**
The "easy" runs are basically black diamonds in disguise: I suspect they use a different grading system, perhaps one based on how likely you are to encounter a bear.
"Grooming" is a loose term: I think they just send a herd of particularly aggressive snowshoe hares out there.
The lodge is charmingly rustic... if rustic means "held together by duct tape and the sheer will of the bartender": The food is hearty, and you'll need the calories to keep from shivering.
"Wildlife encounters:** I saw a moose that looked like it was judging my skiing ability. It was right.
My ski instructor was a local who just shouted "SEND IT!" and pointed down the mountain: Helpful.
**Overall:**
Red Mountain isn't for the faint of heart. It's a place where legends are forged and knees are destroyed. If you're looking for manicured slopes and hot cocoa by a roaring fire, go somewhere else. If you want to test your limits and earn some serious street cred, Red Mountain is your mountain. Just remember to bring your A-game, a healthy dose of fear, and maybe a satellite phone. You know, just in case.