The gate at the mouth of the canyon is now locked each winter. To ski upper Farmington canyon without vehicle access meant waiting for the road to melt off, which in dry/warm years can be early February, then ride a mountain bike up the road. And it seems like the winters are getting warmer and dryer. When I was in high school (35 years ago) the snow came deeper and stayed longer in the Wasatch. That's not politics, just the plain, cold facts of our world. The canyon is still accessible by riding around the locked gate, limiting one to your feet or any vehicle less than the width of the trail around the gate, which is roughly three feet wide. At first I considered buying a snowmobile, but that idea died in its infancy when I realized how expensive snowmobile ownership is. It is way too rich for me. Snowmobiling is one of the most elitist, high-income hobbies on earth. It rivals boating, flying (airplanes not para-sails) and auto racing in terms of income as a barrier to entry. Between the snowmobile(s), trailer and a huge truck to tow it all, it quickly adds up to tens of thousands of dollars, and easily totals over $100K, and I don't even like snowmobiling. It was just too pricey for mere ski access. In comparison, skiing is a poor man's sport, especially back country skiing when no lift ticket is required.
The first few years with the canyon closed my access was via a bicycle. I strapped skis to my mountain bike and pedaled up the road, which is about eight miles and a 2,000 foot vertical gain. By itself, a fairly minor cycling effort, but add in a full ski-rig strapped to the bike and a pack loaded with ski boots and clothing, the effort becomes much tougher. Since the road closure I've managed three to four ski days up there per year via bicycle. It wasn't easy but it kept my Farmington Canyon ski streak alive. The big downside is the ride up required a big aerobic effort which cut in to my skiing. Rather than four or five runs in the upper bowls (4-5K vertical), which was an average day when the canyon was drive-able, I'd be exhausted after just one or two runs. What can I say? I'm Old, I'm bald and numerous body parts are falling off.
How could I make the access easier? I considered renting snowmobiles but ultimately realized that with the southern aspect of the road the lower canyon is often snow free. I hear riding a snowmobile several miles on dirt is not good for the machinery, thus another reason not to buy a snowmachine. Extreme times require extreme measures so last year I did something desperate; I bought a dual-sport motorcycle (Yamaha WR250R), legal both on and off road. Yeah, my Yamaha is kind of weak in the horsepower department, I wanted a KTM-EXC 500, but since I'm kind of cheap, I found the KTM's to be way too expensive ($11K out the door), so I settled for a medium priced, underpowered Yamaha, but it works great! I can ride from my house up to Farmington, ride around the locked gate, then up the closed road. All with my skis strapped to my seat. From home that requires about ten miles on pavement, and as you can guess, I get a lot of stunned looks.
Today the road was mostly clear and I rode all the way up to the Francis/Bountiful Peak Junction, which was our old launching point back when the road was plowed, but today, in order to hasten my exit to get to work, I retreated a mile back down the road to the Sheriff's Cabin. From there I skinned the Van Fleet/Mudd/Rice Divides and skied down Rice Creek back to the Sheriff's cabin. The night was warm, like upper forties at 8,000, so the snow was wet and soft and not the corn I was hoping for. So wet and so soft that my skins and crampons often failed and my skis would skate when the angle got too steep. The crux of the day was crossing the stream, both on the up and the down. The stream is small but it is raging, and on the up I crossed using a log about an eighth mile above the cabin. Coming out I was running late for work and I had a fleeting thought to just straightline the final pitch (still snow covered) to the creek and skim it with my skis on. The big unknown was: could I get across without sinking? If I couldn't, could I get out of skis before I drowned? Ultimately I chickened out, tossed my skis over and waded the creek in my ski boots. Wading the creek was tough. It was deep and swift and I realized I made the correct choice. The water so strong it nearly took me down, and, at mid-thigh-depth, skimming it could have been a disaster. Although, the thought of the looks on the faces of the Davis County Sheriff's crew, pulling my dead body from Farmington Creek clad n ski gear, made me chuckle. Who would be so stupid?
|As you can see, the south aspects are mostly free of snow. This is the gate at the Sheriff's cabin, at about 6,850 feet.|
|An old car dumped in Farmington Creek, decades ago. Trashy folks are abundant in every generation. The question is, are you trash are or are you cream?|
|Old outhouse near the Sheriff's cabin.|
Aspens in the melting snow.
|I'm in the 'don't-give-a-shit, too-lazy-to-take-them-off" phase of ski ownership.|
|Layne's skin track from last week. He caught it with dryish powder. Today it was all wet, no re-freeze, temps in the 60's and a hot south wind blowing all day.|
|A Douglas Fir cone. You can tell by the 'legs' protruding from each scale of the cone. I love Doug Firs! Beautiful trees!|
Bountiful Peak from about half way up the Mudd/Rice divide (view south). I call the open slop on the left "Memorial Day Bowl" because I've skied it way too many times on Memorial Day. It's an easy approach from Bountiful via Skyline Drive by then.
|The balcony, the rocky point on the Mudd/Rice divide.|
|Upper Mudd Bowl with Rice on the right.|
|Spring snow. My skins were surprisingly muddy when I transitioned to ski.|
|Zoomed view of Francis Peak (9,487 feet) from the Mudd/Rice divide.|
|Cornice above Mudd Bowl.|
|Selfie. What a fat-ass!|
|Top of Rice Bowl (elev. 8,730 feet), view NW. Rice Bowl on right, Francis Peak far right and Antelope Island on the left (just above my head).|
|View south towards Bountiful Peak (high point above my head).|
|Skiing Rice Bowl.|
|Francis Peak (9,487 feet) from the top of Rice Bowl.|
|Bountiful Peak (9,262 feet) from the top of Rice Bowl.|
|Antelope Island from the top of Rice Bowl.|
|View SW from the top of Rice. Oquirrh Mountains across the valley, with the Stansbury Mountains (11,028 foot Deseret Peak) barely seen two valleys away.|
|While skiing down Rice Creek, I could hear the creek raging under the snow and I was scared I'd punch though and drown. As you can see, not enough water to fear.|
|Beaver pond in lower Rice Creek drainage.|
|Beaver Pond with upper Rice Bowl above.|
|There are about ten beaver ponds within a quarter mile of the Sheriff's Cabin.|
|Like I said, too lazy to take them off. Besides. the grass is so soft there was little or no damage.|
|No parking zone.|
|I'm too short for a dirt-bike, especially when straddling skis. Actually, it's just hard to get on and off, or put a foot down while at a red light. It's no problem while riding.|
|Drying out from wading Farmington Creek. The rocks are to keep my stockings from blowing away in the south wind. Don't laugh, I've never had a blister while wearing knee-highs nylons under my socks.|