Can the Indy Pass Save Skiing from the Ikon and Epic Pass Hordes?
Everybody’s buzzing about this affordable passport to smaller, often overlooked ski resorts around the U.S. Its owners think their rapidly growing business could be the antidote to the ski industry’s endless consolidation.
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is stoked.
He’s almost always stoked—he even signs his emails “Stay stoked, Doug.” But today he is especially stoked, because we’re skiing a foot of freshly fallen snow at one of his favorite resorts, Utah’s Powder Mountain. I follow Fish through a line of evergreens onto a wide-open, nearly untracked slope, making effortless turns all the way down.
“Best run of the year!” he says at the bottom, giddy and out of breath. The other two in our foursome agree: Kevin Mitchell, the general manager of Powder Mountain, and a guy named Erik who has tagged along. Apparently, he’s some sort of tech entrepreneur. “That was like heli-skiing!” Erik exclaims as we wait for a shuttle to drive us back up the mountain.
At the top, Mitchell peels off and heads back to work. Erik also vanishes, leaving me with Fish. “Another lap?” he asks. Obviously. We’re supposed to be doing an interview, but that would kill the stoke. Later I’ll learn why Fish has millions of reasons to be stoked today, but for now there’s pow to be shredded.
Doug Fish is 67, with a wavy-gravy mane of white hair and a matching beard. A long-time ski-industry marketing guy, he’s also the founder of something called the Indy Pass, an unconventional alliance of small, independent resorts that has unexpectedly become the hottest ticket in skiing.
The Indy Pass entitles holders to ski two days at each of more than 180 smaller resorts. Launched in 2019, the pass initially cost $199 for adults and $99 for kids. A family of four could ski all season for less than the cost of a single Epic or Ikon Pass, the “megapasses” offered by Vail Resorts and Alterra Mountain Company, respectively, the two corporate giants that dominate the ski-resort industry. “We’re kind of the opposite of Vail,” Doug tells me, understating the point considerably.
The Indy Pass is aimed at skiers who aren’t interested in racking up 30-day seasons at ultra-expensive, big-name resorts like Vail or Deer Valley. They don’t need to be whisked uphill on high-speed chairlifts to ski wide, groomed runs with more traffic than the New Jersey Turnpike. They just want to have fun on a pretty, un-crowded mountain.
The pass wasn’t terribly popular initially. The first winter, 2019–20, pass holders clocked all of 9,000 skier visits to the forty-some resorts on the pass. (Vail Resorts alone recorded nearly 13 million skier days that year.) But then two things happened: the pandemic hit, and everyone went skiing.
The following year, the COVID-19 winter of 2020–21, the big resorts on the Epic and Ikon passes got maxed out. Images of serpentine lift lines and miles-long traffic jams filled social media. Staffing shortages made a day on the slopes feel like flying Spirit Airlines, and savvy skiers began eyeing the smaller, quirkier resorts left behind by industry consolidation. Indy caught on. Pass sales grew tenfold, and dozens more resorts signed up. (I bought one for $259 in 2022, when Indy offered a discount to Epic and Ikon holders.) Fish started to think that his crazy startup might work.
The Indy business model is simple. When someone buys a pass—now priced at $399 for adults, $199 for kids—the money goes into a big pot. Show up at a partner resort to redeem one of your two ski days and that resort receives a percentage of its daily walk-up lift-ticket price, known as the yield, from the big pot of money. Indy pays out 85 percent of what it takes in back to the resorts, using the rest to cover overhead like credit-card-processing fees, staffing, and customer service.
It’s still a shoestring operation. “Right now our assets consist of four laptops and a Toyota 4Runner,” Fish tells me during a chairlift ride between powder runs.
As the day progresses, the wind picks up and we seek shelter in the trees. Despite his years, Fish keeps charging. “It might be steeper over here, let’s check it out!” he yells before disappearing into a gladed bowl. A few minutes later, I watch him bounce off a buried stump and cartwheel into several feet of powder. “I’m all right,” he says. “Maybe my knee.” The charging continues.
After a couple more runs, we head to the Powder Keg, a cozy on-mountain bar that’s buzzing. We find seats near a live band. A woman is dancing to “Lovely Day.” Everybody’s happy. We drink pilsners and relive the day. It’s skiing.
I drive home, still stoked.