Excerpted from
“Utah: The Greatest Snow on Earth (And Much More)”
By Patrick Netter
Exercise for Men Only Magazine, Bacon's Information, Inc., January 2005

Our whirlwind tour ended the next day at the little-known area of Powder Mountain near Ogden, about an hour north of Salt Lake City. The name says it all – we had the mountain to ourselves for run after run of nearly untracked powder. By 2 p.m. we'd already had what would more than a full day of skiing at any other resort. My aching legs were glad when Nathan suggested we knock off early. Then he delivered the punchline: We had a 2:30 tee time at Wolf Creek Golf Course at the base of the canyon. What a treat to ski perfect snow all morning, lose a bunch of balls on a beautiful course in the afternoon, then head to the airport for an evening flight home.

A few days later I was bragging to some friends in L.A. about my trip – skiing the same day I arrived, skiing and golfing in the same day – when a buddy upstaged me. “Ah, that's nothing,” he said. "The first time I went to Utah, I caught the dawn patrol surfing at home, jumped on a 9 a.m. flight at Salt Lake, skied for three hours and still had time for nine holes before dark. And that was just the first day.”