Alta is the closest thing to a religion the American ski industry has produced. Founded in 1938 by the US Forest Service after the silver-mining boom collapsed, it became one of the first resorts in the country and has stayed faithful to its original idea: skis only, no flash, deep snow, deep loyalty. The mountain divides naturally into two sides, Wildcat and Sunnyside, and the local rivalry between regulars who orbit one or the other has its own folklore. Honeycomb Canyon delivers some of the most committing inbounds terrain in the United States, with steep wind-loaded entries above tight tree runs. Annual snowfall sits in the same league as Snowbird next door, north of 14 meters, and an interconnect lift now links the two domains for skiers who buy the AltaSnowbird pass. The base is a string of low-frills lodges, including the Rustler Lodge, the Alta Lodge and the rebuilt Snowpine Lodge, which all feel more like ski bunkhouses than five-star hotels. Service is friendly, beds are basic, the bar is loud, and the price you pay for all that is leaving the snowboard at home. Alta suits powder hounds, ski purists and anyone who comes for the snow rather than the scene.