Originally Posted by Aleph Null
...If you don't want to drive, the dorms at The Peruvian at Alta are a good deal. You get 3 great meals a day with a shared room (without private bath) for about a hundred bucks....
Not exactly true. The Peruvian posts their midseason rate for a dorm bed as $127 per night. When they add in the service fees and taxes it comes out to $162 per person per night. That does not include lift tickets, but does include 3 meals per day. And the food is very good. Also, you would need to factor in $60 per person for round trip airport transportation (whereas, many of the budget hotels in the valley have free airport shuttles).
Not that I wouldn't recommend the Peruvian. I've stayed in the dorms there the last 2 years, and it is a great experience.
Outside Magazine's 2010 Editor's Choice Awards listed 51 "awesome things about the world outside we've come to love over the past 33 years"
Room 99 at the Peruvian (which is the male dorm) made the list .
34. Room 99
There's nothing particularly remarkable about the Alta Peruvian Lodge's Room 99. It's a dorm room with six double bunks, a shower down the hall, the air foggy with the funk of 60 years' worth of wet ski boots. There are assuredly nicer places to stay in Alta, Utah—hell, even on the same hallway—although you'd be hard-pressed to find a cheaper one. But if you love skiing, I mean really love it, you must stay in Room 99 once in your life. There's the low-wattage thrill of slumming it in the crappiest room at Alta's scruffiest lodge (a yellow-pine palace whose employee housing is known as the Slave Ship), but it's more than that. When you walk into Room 99 after a day of hucking mineshaft drops into talcum drifts of the Greatest Snow on Earth to find 40-year-old investment bankers sitting in long underwear around a 12-pack of Bud and a bottle of Jameson, you understand that Room 99 is a time machine, spinning you back to an era, not so long ago, when you could still shrink the world down until you had no cares except the pure feeling of cold snow under your skis, the startling sound of your own laughter in the trees, and the taste of cold beer afterwards. A place like that is a treasure, no matter how bad it smells.