It has become a tale all too common these days. Lift lines that make you want to cry. Twenty-dollar burgers that remind you of an elementary school cafeteria. Instruction fees that cater to a certain economic class. The constant battle between the bourgeois, jet-setter tourists and the locals who pack in shared housing, occupying every possible square inch of real estate from closets to crawl spaces just so they can afford to live the dream.
A tale as old as time, really. Or, at least since the first idea of a resort where people spend as much as those in other countries earn in a year for the privilege of sliding down a snow-covered slope for a week of their vacation time. But in the past few years, we’ve seen resorts become conglomerates across multiple continents, luring in customers with multi-passes that allow them “the idea” of skiing whenever and wherever they want.