Nebo

From the summit of Mt. Nebo looking west to north.

Bugger of a climb from Wolf Pass up to the peak. I don't know if it was nerves and anxiety resulting from my nose dive up on Timp three weeks earlier (which, looking back, was really nothing much), or just that I felt way more exposed. Or both. But that section up at the top was no bueno--especially coming down. I may never summit Mt. Nebo again--and I'm OK with that. At least right now.

Delano Peak

Delano Peak

Delano Peak is the highest point in the Tushar Mountain range located in South-Central Utah. I decided that I was going to claim both Delano and Holly on my trip down to Beaver this past weekend.

While I managed to get Delano in, I'll get Mt. Holly taken care of next time. There is a fairly discernible path that goes from Delano over to Holly and shouldn't take a long time. Mt. Holly is actually the one I've wanted to get to for as long as I can remember.

Me at Delano Peak

The hike up to Delano, short though it may be--roughly two miles from where the trail leaves the road--is pretty steep.  I was stopping every 15 to 20 yards just so I could catch my breath. It's not a "popular" hike either. I saw only one other person up on the mountain that day, and she came by a different route than I did. I took what I believe is the "advertised" route that begins north of Big John Flat on FR123 (about 5 miles of dirt road just off the main Beaver Canyon road). I took the same path coming back down until about the 2/3 mark and then I cut cross country making a straight line for my car.

I have to say that, despite a lack of any real adventure or mishap, I had  good time. I saw some mountain goats up on top--some fairly close, however I wasn't quick enough to snap a picture before they high-tailed it down the mountain. I don't think these goats are as familiar or comfortable with human folk as the goats up on Timpanogos are.

Mt. Holly

Just after leaving my car, while still on the dirt road, I happened to glance down the hillside to my left and caught sight of two runners following a trail heading in the opposite direction. Got me to wondering how popular the trail running thing was in the area. There was, on Friday afternoon as I drove by Puffer Lake, a fairly large group of what I think were runners. At least they were dressed for running. However, none of them had hydration packs or hand-helds that I could see, so if they were up there to run, it was either a short distance or well supported.

Anyways, I made it to the top, Delano Peak, in just over an hour. Cell service was great at the highest point in Beaver and Paiute Counties. I sent off a couple of pictures to the kids and called one of those kids that complain that I never pick up when she calls. I also got a text from my sister saying that my mother was getting worried about me. Forty-seven years old and my mother still worries about me.

And this has got to be the most uninteresting and uninspired thing I've ever written. Seriously. As I sit here typing I have more interest in going outside to look at the weather than I do in staying here and forcing more boring dribble out of my small and pathetic mind. And so, I think I'll do just that. It's thundering out there--that's got to be a good thing!