Powerhouse Mountain

Wearing my alt-National Park shirt in protest of the anti-science and anti-environment perspective and policies of the Trump administration.

To celebrate the Labor Day weekend, we (excluding Will) thought a hike sounded fun. I initially thought we should try Spanish Fork Peak (Maple Mt,) or Mt. Nebo but after reading reviews on the very helpful alltrails.com web site: https://www.alltrails.com/trail/us/utah/mount-nebo-north-trail I decided we needed something more accommodating to our various hiking interests and abilities (ie easier and shorter). As I looked for shorter hikes in the area I happened upon nearby Powerhouse Mountain. https://www.alltrails.com/trail/us/utah/powerhouse-overlook. The mountain sits to the east of Springville. We see it every day, but seldom give it notice.

 We set out at 8:30 driving east up Hobble Creek canyon, north up its left fork and then heading west up the Squaw Peak road.

Using these two photos on my phone of maps on the all trails web site we easily found our way.

I liked the look of the trail to the left and didn't even bother to see where the other trail head might be.

I was attracted to the fact that this trail head was ATV impregnable.

As the trail soon disappeared I realized that we were not on the trail to the top. But not wanting to backtrack I decide we would keep hiking until we merged with the main trail. Everyone agreed. In hind sight we are glad we took this "trail" less taken.

We bush-waked our way up through the lovely shaded pine forest. In the process our pants and socks became easy migration hosts for many types of pokey, clingy seeds.

Every once in a while we happened upon short lived deer trails that made our journey easier.

From a distance this looked like creative name carving, Turns out the cursive looking squiggles are beetle burrows.

Finally we emerge from the forested slope onto the rocky road the bring ATVs to the top.

Happy for the shade of these north facing slopes.

nearing the summit (7990 feet)

Looking south. Spanish Fork peak is the tallest mountain on the left and Mt. Nebo is the furthest peak on the right.
 
 Mapleton to the left and Springville to the right.

Looking west. It was fun to find the High School (lower left) the old Jr. High (lower right) and follow 400 south out to I-15. Our neighborhood in northern Springville is cut from view from the mountain side on the right. West Mountain and the south end of Utah Lake are in the distance.

 Looking north. The Squaw Peak road cuts across the mountain side.

 My sister Mary lives at the south end of this Mapleton reservoir.

Looking east up Hobble Creek Canyon. Fairways are Hobble Creek golf course.

 wild raspberries.

We followed the real trail the whole way down. It was steep and rocky much of the way. Don't think the Subaru could have made it.

If you don't want to bush-wack, start here. It was a lovely three hour and three mile round trip hike.

Off she goes

Today at 12:45 we dropped Sarah off at the Missionary Training Center in Provo. We were instructed to say our goodbyes and take our photos beforehand, because at the orderly drop off in the parking garage of the new section of the MTC there would only be time to pull out her suitcases and give her a quick hug goodbye. It was indeed a quick goodbye. Here are our photos prior to driving to Provo to drop off Sister Emmett.

Sarah will be in the MTC until September 12th.

Take a tour of the MTC here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W0-0nniCz6k

She will then serve in the Ogden Utah Mission until her release date of March 12th 2019.

You can follow her missionary adventures on her blog: https://missionarysarah.wordpress.com/

You can write her at: sarah.emmett@myldsmail.net

 Who will be taller when she returns?

Prior to a 2008 trip to the Holy Land, I snapped this cute photo of the three kids just as Will spontaneously reached up to pull his siblings in. Today Will wanted to recreate this classic photo.

In October 2007 our family helped host some delegates from Indonesia to the BYU Law and Religion Symposium. One day we took them to Kennecott Copper Mine.



When the wife (who was missing her children, hence the hugs above) of one of the delegates learned of my missionary service in Indonesia, she turned to Sarah (age 9) and Joel (just about to turn 7) and asked them if they were going to serve missions too. Today on our drive to the MTC, Sarah told us that that conversation, nearly ten years ago with a Muslim woman from Indonesia, was the time that she decided she was going to serve a mission. I don't think she imagined at the time that she would be serving so close to home.

Off she goes into the MTC. This is the only photo we managed to take among the tears.

 In other transitions this week, Will began7th grade on Tuesday,

And Joel started 11th grade.