Getting to the Point

If you should find yourself three hours from Las Vegas, hunting powder and thrills on the slopes of southern Utah (home of “the Greatest Snow on Earth”), I suggest you keep driving. It’s just 30 more minutes to the tiny town of Beaver, then a few miles of gasp-inducing switchbacks. Tucked into the folds of the Tushar Mountains, Eagle Point ( is a medium-size resort spread over two peaks, one with a mix of short, easy and intermediate runs—perfect for warming up or working on technique—and the other almost entirely given over to expert-level, black-diamond runs.

On-site owner-operator Shane Gadbaw oversees a happy staff that seems to rejoice in the resort’s remote location—a detail that makes his an all-too-well-kept secret. There is very little cell service or Internet access beyond the Canyonside lodge. It’s silent on the slopes except for the creaking pines, the whirring lifts and the occasional whoop of snowboarders catching air in the terrain park. Most notably, there is no snowmaking at Eagle Point—it’s organic! In fact, most weeks, Eagle Point is open just Thursday through Sunday, allowing the snow to (hopefully) accumulate the rest of the week. (On March 13, the resort opens on a Wednesday, with free lift tickets for Nevadans.)

Without the crowds typical of a mega mountain, I found myself taking greater chances on the slopes. But the hairiest moment was not getting stuck on the high-speed quad lift for nearly 10 chilling minutes—as I write this, I’m dangling above the Moki Steps run, occasionally nipping from my flask—but when I finally took on Tushar and Hoodoos, two steep black-diamonds. I survived them—and I’ll be back soon for more.

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