Power Wagon Peak, my intended ski run is melted out. 'Plan B' is Bountiful Peak. 40 years ago my Dad scared the crap out of me - numerous times - when he loaded up the '69 Dodge Power Wagon with ALL my family, me in the bed (sans seat belt), and climbed up and over this peak on the old road (the only road over the top back in the '70's). The drive was passable by only 4X4's and was 'off-road' technical. Several spots were pretty damn 'roll-able,' at least in the mind of a 10-year-old kid bouncing around in the bed of the truck. I remember one spot, on a 35 degree slope, where two wheels (diagonal) were suspended in the air, the truck teetering one to the other, which brought laughs from my Dad and brothers. I was scared to death. Today the 'new road' (straight ahead in photo) by-passes the old road by cutting straight across the contour of the mountain rather than climbing up and over along the top of the ridge (skyline in the photo). As you can see, the new road is drive-able in a Toyota Prius (almost). I call the peak 'Power Wagon Peak' due to the mental abuse inflicted by my Dad and his truck.
Back in the mid-70's my Dad drove us up there on July 24th (I remember watching the Bountiful Handcart parade he night before, which always the day before July 24 (approximately 1973), and the whole bowl was still deep with snow with a big cornice across the top. I've wanted to ski it ever since. Sadly, as you can see, it's no longer skiable this year. Times they are a changing.
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