Snowpine

High above Salt Lake City, deep in the heart of the Wasatch, a rustic collection of snow laden stone buildings comprises the town of Alta. These lodges, homes, churches, and stores are transformed into intimate community by the towering peaks surrounding them. This is where I grew up, spending winters, summers, and everything in between skiing and hiking the mountains. We Marshalls even call Alta home on Christmas Eve, enjoying dinner and presents at the Snowpine Lodge. Some of my fondest memories lay within that quaint lodge, so when we went back there a few weeks ago I was overwhelmed with a childlike sense of magic and excitement. The lodge’s entrance is on the edge of the highway, and is certainly unassuming; you might miss it if you didn’t know what to look for.


After climbing down some three flights of stairs, which give off a lovely pine scent, you find yourself in a small lobby which consists of a stone hearth, several sofas, and windows overlooking the ski resort. A French family on holiday is gathered around the fire, softly retelling stories of the day spent skiing.



The dining hall is directly adjacent, and is full of rosy cheeked guests delighting in a tastefully crafted meal by the owner/chef of the lodge. Everyone is content, simply happy to be there.


If you are looking for a place to escape the everyday routine, Alta is the place to go. Going up there is like taking a step back in time, to me at least.