Getting to know Whitefish, Montana
Whitefish is one of the few original ski towns left in North America, with local businesses, lights, and wreaths lining Central Avenue. Every time I ask for the check at the Great Northern, I wonder if they have undercharged me. A microbrew there is still just $3, and on Tuesday, a 16-ounce can of Kokanee is just $2. Then there’s the Bulldog, where you can order something called a Big Fucking Pitcher, and ’80s Playboy pin-ups cover the walls of the men’s and women’s bathrooms, respectively.
As of January 6, it has snowed 151 inches at Whitefish Mountain Resort. The depth of snow at the summit is six feet. One night in late December, I walked from downtown, across the viaduct above the rail-yard, back to my brother’s house. It was cold, and snowing so hard the town turned white, with a Christmas light tinge. I knew the following day would be one of those few special winter occasions that you look back on with a smile come spring.
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