Say it ain't so!

Ahh, but it is.

At little out-of-the-way Baker Mountain, which rises up out of the Kennebec River Valley just north of sleepy Bingham.

I've passed by the mountain countless times in summer on the way to The Forks for rafting and kayaking. It's right off a curve in the highway--the grassy slopes, the T-bar line and the old shed that must serve as the base lodge.

Honestly, I didn't know it operated anymore. I figured it was simply a relic of the past. But no... "Baker Mountain has been the place to be during winter vacations and weekends since 1937."

Yep, little Baker is alive and well and apparently quite happy selling lift tickets for the pint-size price of $6 for all the family skiing fun you could want.

Maybe without the flashy amenities and variety and vertical of the big slopes, but with a ton of charm and neighborliness I'll bet.

And that right there is enough to warrant a look-see.

Wish now that I hadn't thrown out my old straight Rossi boards and that classic pile of ski duds. Figure they'd probably fit right in at Baker...

Have any of you ol' time schussers ever graced the slopes of Baker Mountain?