I loved skiing night races in Ohio when I was in high school. Those areas do more night business than day.
My Dad was a night skier ar Alta in 1945 (from my Navy skiers post):
Via Sandy, Utah
Postmarked February 28, 1945
Nothing is happening right now so maybe I'll try and get another installment written. Lets see where was I last time? Well first maybe I'll say something about moonlight skiing.
About three days after we arrived at Alta, the moon was full, and the necessary companion, a clear ski was ours. so on Monday night, Brownie and I went skiing up the valley. Up the valley was Eastward and almost dead ahead the moon came up over the mountains. The valley slopes upward toward the east and ends in a great bowl-like deal several miles from Alta and much beyond our energy, but about a half mile from the lodge there is another place called the rock shelter, or really the snow pine lodge. This place is built on the foundation of an older place which was taken out by a snow slide many years ago, More about the slides later. Well the rock shelter gains its name from the fact that it is built entirely of rock and steel, very rugged and even more so when compared to the all wood Alta Lodge. Well we climbed up to the Snow pine place and had a bull session there with the owner and his wife, and skied on their hill for a while and finally skied back to the lodge. It took about an hour or so and was well worth the effort. The moon seemed to turn the valley into a silver fairyland with little crystals of snow sparkling independently like diamonds in a bed of silver blackness. The air was very cold and clear, and the packed snow under the skis crunched something like the sand at Harvey Cedars. Well Brownie and I had pioneered and the next night there were quite a few who wandered out into the night and into an almost new world. The on the next night, the lodge took a hand in the night skiing and permitted and dinner on the top to the mountain and a little place very near the lift house. There was to be a slight charge of fifty cents for the lift and everyone who wanted to from the lodge could ride up and ski or ride down after dinner. Well we set out to get our money's worth out the half, and were the first to ride up a seven when the lift started. It wasn't very dark then and we could almost see, although there was no chance of getting any contrast. Therefore we could not tell where the bumps and little ruts or holes or anything like that were and it was a gamble just what was going to happen next. But we didn't go very fast and no one even fell let alone get hurt. Well we got three runs in before it was necessary to eat and felt well satisfied with ourselves. The meal was grand with baked potatoes, and rolls, and milk, and corn, and wonderful chops of some type. We ate and ate and then ate some more-ate until we were filled up and then sat around singing till the moon made up its mind to at least show itself. Then about ten the lift started up again to bring the less daring down the mountain. We naturally skied down, in what amounted to the perfect darkness, for the moon light didn't ever get to the trail where we descended. But we were not satisfied with only one run that night and managed to sneak in three, while everyone else who came down via skis were well finished off by one trip. In fact some of them were quite frightened, but not one of the brave fools from Cal Tech.