Day on Bald Mountain

In recent years, my family has hiked together every summer, a tradition initiated mostly by me. Before school commenced this fall, one last trek was requested by some of our kin. That hike ended up being Bald Mountain in the Uintas. Due to some health emergencies and unforeseen laziness, our group got condensed. Regardless, it was a fantastic outing with entertaining company, memorable refreshments, and gorgeous views.

Even the youngest among us handled our uphill battle brilliantly.
Even the youngest among us handled our uphill battle brilliantly.

Bald Mountain is a quick hike, its 11,942-foot apex notwithstanding. Only 2.6 miles and 1,145 feet of elevation separate trekkers from its flat top. It took us about three or four hours to make the complete journey.

Bald is beautiful.
Bald is beautiful.
What's a hike without some shenanigans?
What’s a hike without some shenanigans?

Once we reached the summit, we were in no hurry to leave. The views were spectacular with over 20 lakes and the points of the Uintas’ majestic zeniths encircling us. The only downside to the top? Despite the beautiful August day, temperatures were in the 40s and a 20 MPH wind kept zinging us.

Boys just want to build forts.
Boys just want to build forts.
Although climbing Bald Mountain requires less effort than the average ascension, it still has its downers... way downers.
Although climbing Bald Mountain requires less effort than the average ascension, it still has its downers… way downers.

Exploring strange new worlds is kind of my thing… well, mine and Captain Kirk’s. I loved checking out Provo River Falls on our return drive. These falls look so much like stairs it’s hard to believe they were made by nature and not a work crew. I didn’t even know that Provo River had waterfalls. Look what I’ve learned!

The upper portion of Provo River Falls looks manufactured at first glance.
The upper portion of Provo River Falls looks manufactured at first glance.

We stopped at Oakley’s Road Island Diner on our way home. Its yummy shakes and sandwiches were an integral part of my trail-bribing scheme, a successful stratagem. Our drive back became a “name that tune” war. Little-known gems from the 80s and 90s were played in succession as we all tried to prove our knowledge of obscure and archaic music.

We all splashed into Provo River.
We all splashed into Provo River.
This is just one of the falls' many flourishes.
This is just one of the falls’ many flourishes.

Bald Mountain was a fine excursion indeed. I’m a happy camper when I’m in the mountains… even when I’m not camping.