Bellingham

The top ten deepest snow days of my life have all been at Mount Baker, but its legendary snowfall is not why my friends and I, now spread out across the West Coast, make an annual pilgrimage there. It has more to do with the no-bullshit culture. Baker doesn’t have, or need, any marketing gimmicks. There are no high-speed chairs, no new chairs at all, no RFID gates, shops, vertical feet trackers, or heated seats. No, it’s all about the skiing. There’s a parking lot, a few chairlifts, and some really fantastic terrain. Oh man, that terrain. My best snow days have all been at Baker, but so have my best rain days—because even when it’s wet, the playful, nuanced, and steep terrain remains. Read more here. —John Clary Davies