For years I had hoped to hike Mount Timpanogos and it finally happened last Saturday morning. My friend, Bryce, and I started on the 14 plus mile hike at 2am. We reached the summit just before sunrise at 7 and finished around 11am. We had to cross a snow field in the dark and spent some time wondering back and forth until a fellow hiker found the trail with his GPS device. It was long, high, and rewarding. Spending time at the top of a mountain can be a very inspiring and spiritual occasion but the 2 dozen people at the summit inhibited the solemnity I desired. I hope to scale the great mount again when few will be there, perhaps in the winter time.
View of Utah valley from the summit.
Last stretch of the trail seen from the summit.
Bryce and I.
Headed South down the West side of the ridge.
Looking back on the ridge and shack(summit) from the South.
Looking back on the ridge and shack from the Southeast.
Ridge and shack from the snow field that feeds Emerald Lake.
Using rocks and friction to control speed and avoid danger.
The snow field that feeds Emerald Lake.
Looking up at the shack from the lake.
IT WAS TRULY A GREAT ADVENTURE.
Last stretch of the trail seen from the summit.
Bryce and I.
Headed South down the West side of the ridge.
Looking back on the ridge and shack(summit) from the South.
Looking back on the ridge and shack from the Southeast.
Ridge and shack from the snow field that feeds Emerald Lake.
Using rocks and friction to control speed and avoid danger.
The snow field that feeds Emerald Lake.
Looking up at the shack from the lake.
IT WAS TRULY A GREAT ADVENTURE.
