It’s the skiing equivalent of Night at the Museum. After the lifts stop spinning at British Columbia’s Red Mountain Resort, we coast down an easy green run on the backside of the ski hill. While every other lollygagging skier will be swept down to the base by patrollers, we pull up at a line of small cabins tucked into the trees and prepare to spend the night somewhere no one else is allowed.
Directly north of Spokane, only barely across the Canadian border, Red Mountain boasts that it’s the oldest ski resort in the country. And while some of its chairlifts lumber uphill with vintage
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