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We've had a January thaw here in Salt Lake for the past four days, so yesterday I headed out with my daughter to summit Frary Peak on Antelope Island.
It was a balmy 39 degrees when we arrived at the unofficial trailhead, and when we returned after our hike it was 51 which is pretty warm for January here.
Along our way, we ran into a bison herd, and got to hear many, and see one coyote who was trying to make his way through the bison. At the summit of Frary, we watched a hawk soar and then dive over and over again while we ate our lunches. On the way up, we had the trail to ourselves, only running into two groups on our way back down. Oh, I might mention that I slipped on the icy trail on the way up and took a spill. That was the point I stopped to put my micro spikes on, and wouldn't you know that one of them broke. Oh well, I managed.
Here are some shots of our hike.
Frary Peak
At the unofficial trailhead. The gate to the official trailhead was closed, so we had to park down the hill and walk about .5 miles to
reach the official one.
Signage for the Mountain View Trail, next to where we parked, which skirts the east side of the island.
A look back down to the Subaru and the Mountain View Trail, on our way to the official trailhead
The official trailhead with Frary Peak above
Info sing for Frary Peak
On our way back down we decide to take the spur trail to Dooley Knob
Starting out - making sure the knees still bend.
View to the northeast as we climb the hill, looking way north towards the Wellsvilles
Frary peak on our left
Arriving at the Dooley spur trail. Did you happen to notice that at the trailhead it said that the spur trail was 0.6 miles long, but
here is says that it is 0.7 miles long? If I factor in the McGirt Coefficient, then I say that it is 0.8 miles long.
At the saddle, we ran into these. They took off to the west which was kind of neat, listening to them all run together. I swear that
I could almost feel the ground shake. Oh and that is Buffalo Point in the distance.
This small sage plant was just too cute for me to pass up taking a picture of it.
So this is where the herd ended up after they ran away upon seeing us. White Rock Bay below.
Looking back on Dooley Knob
Elephant Head to the west
Another view to the northeast
Just a gorgeous January day. Looking back down on Elephants Head and off to the Newfoundlands @swmalone.
Making some headway it seems. It was just after this shot that I fell on the icy trail
Two or three inches of snow at this point as we make our way to the top of the ridge.
Katie up ahead
On top of the ridge looking back to the north.
Red Rocks Canyon. Stansbury and Carrington Islands to the west
Drooping over to the west side of the mountain as we work our way to the summit
The Mormon Rocks, with Buffalo Point in the distance, and even further, Freemont Island and the Promontory Range
Looking down the south spine of Antelope Island towards the north end of the Oquirrh Mountains
At the summit
The summit
Looking down on Unnamed Peak 6198 with the Stansbury Range in the distance
Okay it's decision time! Would you rather go on a hike with Birdseed Man or Scatman? Someone had hung this in the juniper
tree next to the summit.
Heading back down
Icy trail - looking north
Dooley Knob ahead!
View from the top of Dooley Knob, slightly southwest
View from the knob to the north
Horsemen below. Or maybe one of those is a mule? Wishful thinking.
On top of Dooley Knob. Now for those of you who don't know, my mule's name is Dooley and when you reach its namesake's knob,
well, you just half to break out in song. Now if we can get @Rockskipper to twang the mouth harp, and if @TractorDoc can strum
his banjo, and if we can get @The Trout Whisperer and @kwc to join in and blow across their jugs, we can commence to doing a
virtual jig to this song:
Dooley was a good ole man
He lived below the mill
Dooley had two daughters
And a forty-gallon still
One gal watched the boiler
The other watched the spout
And mama corked the bottles
And ole Dooley fetched 'em out.
Dooley slippin' up the holler
Dooley try to make a dollar
Dooley give me a swaller
And I'll pay you back someday.
The revenuers came for him
A-sippin' though the woods
Dooley kept behind them all
And never lost his goods
Dooley was a trader
When into town he'd come
Sugar by the bushel
And molasses by the ton.
Dooley slippin' up the holler
Dooley try to make a dollar
Dooley gimme a swaller
And I'l pay you back someday.
I remember very well
The day ole Dooley died
The women folk weren't sorry
And the men stood round and cried
Now Dooleys on the mountain
He lies there all alone
They put a jug beside him
And a barrel for his stone.
Dooley slippin' up the holler
Dooley try to make a dollar
Dooley gimme a swaller
And I'll pay you back someday.
My feet are already starting to tap! Jig away!
Frary Peak as seen from the top of Dooley Knob. All this jigging has got me worn out.
Katie, on her way down from the knob
Approaching the unofficial trailhead
Packed up and ready to roll.
The End.
It was a balmy 39 degrees when we arrived at the unofficial trailhead, and when we returned after our hike it was 51 which is pretty warm for January here.
Along our way, we ran into a bison herd, and got to hear many, and see one coyote who was trying to make his way through the bison. At the summit of Frary, we watched a hawk soar and then dive over and over again while we ate our lunches. On the way up, we had the trail to ourselves, only running into two groups on our way back down. Oh, I might mention that I slipped on the icy trail on the way up and took a spill. That was the point I stopped to put my micro spikes on, and wouldn't you know that one of them broke. Oh well, I managed.
Here are some shots of our hike.
Frary Peak
At the unofficial trailhead. The gate to the official trailhead was closed, so we had to park down the hill and walk about .5 miles to
reach the official one.
Signage for the Mountain View Trail, next to where we parked, which skirts the east side of the island.
A look back down to the Subaru and the Mountain View Trail, on our way to the official trailhead
The official trailhead with Frary Peak above
Info sing for Frary Peak
On our way back down we decide to take the spur trail to Dooley Knob
Starting out - making sure the knees still bend.
View to the northeast as we climb the hill, looking way north towards the Wellsvilles
Frary peak on our left
Arriving at the Dooley spur trail. Did you happen to notice that at the trailhead it said that the spur trail was 0.6 miles long, but
here is says that it is 0.7 miles long? If I factor in the McGirt Coefficient, then I say that it is 0.8 miles long.
At the saddle, we ran into these. They took off to the west which was kind of neat, listening to them all run together. I swear that
I could almost feel the ground shake.
Oh and that is Buffalo Point in the distance.This small sage plant was just too cute for me to pass up taking a picture of it.
So this is where the herd ended up after they ran away upon seeing us. White Rock Bay below.
Looking back on Dooley Knob
Elephant Head to the west
Another view to the northeast
Just a gorgeous January day. Looking back down on Elephants Head and off to the Newfoundlands @swmalone.
Making some headway it seems. It was just after this shot that I fell on the icy trail
Two or three inches of snow at this point as we make our way to the top of the ridge.
Katie up ahead
On top of the ridge looking back to the north.
Red Rocks Canyon. Stansbury and Carrington Islands to the west
Drooping over to the west side of the mountain as we work our way to the summit
The Mormon Rocks, with Buffalo Point in the distance, and even further, Freemont Island and the Promontory Range
Looking down the south spine of Antelope Island towards the north end of the Oquirrh Mountains
At the summit
The summit
Looking down on Unnamed Peak 6198 with the Stansbury Range in the distance
Okay it's decision time! Would you rather go on a hike with Birdseed Man or Scatman?
Someone had hung this in the junipertree next to the summit.
Heading back down
Icy trail - looking north
Dooley Knob ahead!
View from the top of Dooley Knob, slightly southwest
View from the knob to the north
Horsemen below. Or maybe one of those is a mule?
Wishful thinking. On top of Dooley Knob. Now for those of you who don't know, my mule's name is Dooley and when you reach its namesake's knob,
well, you just half to break out in song. Now if we can get @Rockskipper to twang the mouth harp, and if @TractorDoc can strum
his banjo, and if we can get @The Trout Whisperer and @kwc to join in and blow across their jugs, we can commence to doing a
virtual jig to this song:
Dooley was a good ole man
He lived below the mill
Dooley had two daughters
And a forty-gallon still
One gal watched the boiler
The other watched the spout
And mama corked the bottles
And ole Dooley fetched 'em out.
Dooley slippin' up the holler
Dooley try to make a dollar
Dooley give me a swaller
And I'll pay you back someday.
The revenuers came for him
A-sippin' though the woods
Dooley kept behind them all
And never lost his goods
Dooley was a trader
When into town he'd come
Sugar by the bushel
And molasses by the ton.
Dooley slippin' up the holler
Dooley try to make a dollar
Dooley gimme a swaller
And I'l pay you back someday.
I remember very well
The day ole Dooley died
The women folk weren't sorry
And the men stood round and cried
Now Dooleys on the mountain
He lies there all alone
They put a jug beside him
And a barrel for his stone.
Dooley slippin' up the holler
Dooley try to make a dollar
Dooley gimme a swaller
And I'll pay you back someday.
My feet are already starting to tap! Jig away!
Frary Peak as seen from the top of Dooley Knob. All this jigging has got me worn out.
Katie, on her way down from the knob
Approaching the unofficial trailhead
Packed up and ready to roll.
The End.
