In Baker City, there are feet of fresh powder, a village-free vibe, and seriously retro prices
Then: Consider the original skiers at Anthony Lakes in the 1930s: a hardy group who gathered in search of snow. They strapped a socklike sack on the backs of their skis for grip and then trekked 10 miles to the base of the undeveloped slopes, where they stayed in cabins and repeatedly skinned up the mountain—only to ski down again.
Now: Other than a plowed road, a bare-bones lodge, and the occasional plaid-clad snowboarder, not much has changed. Like their founding skiers before them, locals still hike up the slopes whenever the chair’s not running (Monday through Wednesday), then fly down.