I, Andrew, was born in Holladay, Utah, and was raised by goodly parents. But the Wasatch Mountains have raised me on the outdoor life - the good life.
From my parents bucolic backyard, I can see a bunch of awe-inspiring peaks above the east bench of Salt Lake Valley. Ever since I was a Boy Scout and did Mount Olympus for the first time at age 12 with my obnoxious friends and ever-patient Scoutmaster, I have been in love with the peaks I can see from the back of my childhood home. This love arose not just from gazing at the peaks, but going one step further - allowing the peaks to draw me in and experience them for myself. I never felt that just the view was sufficient to "scratch the itch" - I wanted to experience them to truly scratch at it.
Olympus was much harder than I ever expected. Dusty hot trails, steep sections with no switchbacks, 3 short flat spots on the whole mountain, all made (and still make) it tough for my 12-year old mind and body. But once I got down from that first hike, slept a few hours, took a way-too-long shower, and re-hydrated, I felt a satisfaction that couldn't be taken from me. The soreness, the sunburn, the total physical depletion, all were symptoms of a deeper love of experiencing mountains in a literal way - not just looking at them from a car window or post card or picture.
The magnetizing Wasatch were pulling me in and starting to raise me.
So ever since then, I have been motivated to eventually hike every front-range peak of the Wasatch that I can see from my parents backyard, and to often do it from non-standard approaches and angles. Many of these memorable summit approaches over the 4 seasons have been captured right here in this blog. I write here because I hope to never forget the love I have for these mountains as I pay tribute to the Master Creator who made them all as gifts to me and you, even my Eternal Father In Heaven.
Mountains are meant to give us joy - and they certainly have done that for me.
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| Golden ferns near confluence meadow in Upper Bells. |
Going from the north to the south in Salt Lake County, these Wasatch front range peaks get progressively taller. They almost form a type of elevation staircase the giants could bound from - Grandeur to Olympus to Twin to Lone (and on to Timp and Nebo if you want to include Utah County). Over the decades, I have experienced them all.
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| Non AI-altered maple tree in Lower Bells. |
But there is a glaring gap in my mental model of this summit staircase progression - the Thunder Bowl Peaks, located south of Twin Peaks and north of Lone Peak. I have never climbed those peaks on a deliberate stand-alone mission. They are foreboding and forlorn, rugged and remote. Yes, I have made them part of 2023's WURL Training, but I never spent more than literally a few seconds on top of them on my way to somewhere else, which hasty pace gave them nowhere near the time these summits deserve.
Until September 28, 2025.
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| Randy working his way up the canyon. |
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| Aspens showing off up near Bells Cleaver. |
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| Spectacular colors, on Earth and Sky. |
My friend and neighbor Randy has clearly had these peaks in his sights as well. He has spoken of them, mapped them, strategized over them, and attempted them for the past few years, each time falling a bit short. But he was undeterred; I felt like he too wanted to fill in the gap and get these peaks summited, once and for all. As I learned of his detailed trip training and plans, I realized that he was more than just talk - his talk would have to become a walk for him...a walk with a whole lot of vertical and sweat. This particular passion for this particular mountain is rare - I certainly don't have any other mountain friends so excited about Thunder Bowl and the bookend peaks. And his fire for conquering the Thunder Bowl Peaks spread to light my own fire for these peaks - this was my chance to complete the staircase I had started decades earlier. So I pretty much invited myself to join Randy and company on this trek and he fortunately obliged.
Randy invited his mountaineer brother Greg to join in. They are both a bit older than me (although you'd never know it based on their fitness and mountain resumes), so he encouraged me to bring a friend that's more my age, knowing that we would likely be separated at some point during the adventure. I called on my own trusted mountain friend John (Lingo) to join. He then invited another friend Evan (Obi Wan), who was also "in." This dynamic group of 5 was set;
It quickly turned into 3 sub-groups. Based on fitness, timing, and life commitments on the same day, this decision turned out to be wise on multiple fronts. Sub-group 1 consisted of Randy and Greg. They started their adventure at 5:15 am on Saturday. Sub-group 2 consisted of Lingo and Obi Wan. They started their hike at 6:20 am. Sub-group 3 consisted of just me, a one-man band, starting my trail run at 7:10 am, because I chose another hour of needed sleep that morning. We all made it to Upper Bells Reservoir by 9:15 am, just as planned. Meeting someone at high alpine elevations with no cell service within the time window planned is actually pretty amazing - so many things can and do go wrong, but not this time. Everyone kept their word on start-time and hiking pace up the steep Bells Canyon. The upper lake is an important landmark because it is where one leaves the mindless trail hike and begins the strategic bushwhack and route-finding. Here is where the real adventure began.
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| Obi Wan (foreground) and Lingo (background), working their way towards Bells Cleaver Pass. |
The next section was through Bells Cleaver Pass, which is a natural saddle separating Thunder Bowl and Upper Bells Drainage. I had worked quite hard that morning to catch up to these 4 people from 2 different sub-groups so needless to say, I was very relieved to now be hiking and talking among friends. At the top of the saddle, we then descended a few hundred feet down into and across Thunder Bowl. This lead us to a steep natural slide path on the west face of North Thunder Mountain that gave a clear line of sight as a climb-worthy route to the top of Coalpit. From the entry into Coalpit atop the ridge, we turned right and walked the length of a football field along the rocky ridge to the vaunted summit of North Thunder Mountain.
The views from North Thunder at 11,150 ft were unbelievable. Colors from all sides opened up to me: waves of golden aspens, patches of fire red maples, rust-colored rock, grey granite boulders, cream-colored cliffs, Utah-blue sky, and a few random gray clouds off in the distance. Then there was the view of the entire WURL route laid out like a standing wave, coupled with the serpentine road of Little Cottonwood Canyon.
Gorgeous country.
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| Hogum, Maybird, Red Pine, in all their glory. |
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| Upper Thunder Bowl with South Thunder Mountain (left) and Lone (right). |
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| Diversity of color all along Cottonwood Ridge Line. |
We couldn't stay on that type of remote summit forever, and we knew it. Water and food and shade were starting to get a bit low, and time constraints were starting to gnaw at us. Obi Wan and I both had a wedding to get to. Lingo had yardwork on his mind. Randy and Greg, as confident as they deservedly were, were self-aware enough to not want to risk descending in the dark with how invariably tired they would be during the descent. As for me, I knew how rare it would be to get up to this rarely-traveled peak of the Central Wasatch - when would I ever be here again in these circumstances? I just wouldn't be up there again any time too soon; at least not with how busy my life is right now.
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| Beautiful blue-bird day. |
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| Obi Wan pondering life in the High Country.... |
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| All smiles for me at finally filling in this gap of the peaks I hadn't done! |
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| The Great Paul Brothers on the summit, with Twin Peaks saluting them from beyond. |
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| All 3 sub-groups basking on North Thunder Mountain as one team great! |
I thought out loud about descending Coalpit, but was talked out of it because of being alone on the lower very slick slabs. So I longingly looked over at South Thunder Mountain, probably 2 miles aways south along the ridge. I thought about going for it and my friends prodded me to do it: take the ridge south to South Thunder Mountain from North Thunder Mountain. My coaxing/tempting of my friends to join me was clearly falling on deaf ears. However, a stranger group of 3 twenty-somethings had just come up Coalpit and were heading to Pfeifferhorn, ultimately doing a variant of the "Reverse Beat Out." I thought they maybe seemed nice enough to let someone twice their age to tag along on their journey from north to south along that rugged ridge. Luckily they were very kind to this middle aged man, letting me climb and scramble that ridge with them, even though I wasn't nearly as cool as they were.
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| The path on to Pfeifferhorn - stay to the right along this ridge... |
I then trekked out to South Thunder Mountain at 11,154 ft, leaving the other 4 on my team to descend in their own ways. I learned later that sub-group 1 ended up heading back the exact way they came, essentially re-tracing their footsteps. This was probably wise for them, as they needed to conserve mental and physical energy for the long trek back to the parking lot. I also learned that sub-group 2 stayed with Randy and Greg for part of the way then decided to descend due west through the boulder-strewn and uninhabitable Thunder Bowl. Obi Wan had done this in the winter with snow on the ground and wanted to try it again in Fall, thinking it might be a short-cut. Bush whacking the descent to abandon the safe trail and take the straight line down is a deceptive temptress.
As for me and the 3 twenty-somethings, we worked our way south along the ridge proper, navigating the spires and cliffs that unavoidably came next on our journey. And I should really call it "workshopping" I learned later. This was the act of brainstorming and experimenting how to get around down-climbing obstacles. This was taking a bit too long, given how far we all had to still go. I recommended skipping the granite spires and just cutting down into the boulder field to skirt around these difficulties. Fortunately, they were a practical group that cared about the big picture of finishing their hike more than winning style points by free-climbing down spires. We saved several good minutes by cutting down into the bowl and then re-gaining the ridge after Bells Cleaver. The final ramp up to South Thunder was very manageable and we made good time for that final push upward.
The view of South Thunder Mountain at 11,155 ft were equally breath-taking as the one was from it's older brother peak, North Thunder Mountain. My eyes were drawn out more toward Chipman Peak, Box Elder Peak, Mount Timp, and, of course, the massive sprawl of Utah Valley down below, constrained only by Utah Lake itself. More close to our peak, we saw great views of Bells Peak (a.k.a. Big Horn Peak) and that great guardian of Upper Bells Cirque, the east face of Lone Peak. I chatted with this group for a few minutes about who they were and where they hailed from while re-fueling. Then we peaceably parted ways; I am truly grateful for them keeping me company - and keeping me safe - for that 2 mile ridge jaunt from one end of Thunder Bowl to the other. It was supremely rewarding to me to transverse the bowl and get to know that piece of the Wasatch so intimately by tagging these bookend peaks in one adventure hike. And I couldn't have done it without Kevin, Kendall, and Isabell.
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| Thank you for letting me tag along, my twenty-something friends: Kevin, Kendall, and Isabell. |
The gap in my staircase model had been filled - at last! I was going to sleep well that night.
I was short on time to get to my own wedding commitment so I sped hiked down to Upper Bells Reservoir, completing the grand looper of Upper Thunder Bowl. Interestingly, I heard Randy and Greg coming back through the Cleaver Saddle right before getting to the lake. I didn't want to bug them and knew they would be safe so I kept moving at pace. I then ran down to confluence meadow and again heard Lingo and Obi Wan working to coming through the heavily wooded lower section of Thunder Bowl, which consists of heavy shwacking, as it's unaffectionately called. I called to them, heard a return call from them, and knew they would be safe, as they also knew I was safe as well, so I headed down.
From there, I took some sips of the multiple beautiful water sources in confluence meadow and then ran most of the final 2 miles from that meadow back to my waiting truck in the LCC lower trailhead parking lot. It felt so good to be back on a real trail again! Total stats of the trip were 13 miles of hiking/running/climbing/walking, 6500 feet elevation gained, all over 8.5 hours total. More importantly to me than those numbers are the qualitative stats that it truly was the best combination of Fall scenery, exercise weather, route finding, and hiking camaraderie that I could ask for.
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| On the road home. |
Lingo and Obi Wan, as well as Randy and Greg, all made it back safely to their cars as well in their own timing. Special thanks to all 4 of them for sharing route pictures, shown here.
I'm grateful to have been able to finally respond to the call of The Thunder Mountains and Thunder Bowl for myself by actually going there - not just from my parents porch looking up trying to guess what it would be like. I don't need to guess any more. I will never forget this epic adventure hike in the Wasatch; these mountains took another small but important step in raising up my body and spirit - even at age 50.
P.S. Jones Hole - Another Gap Filler
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| Rocky Mountain Big Horn Sheep - first time I've ever seen them in the wild! |
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| Green showing off a nice 22" brown he caught at the merger of Jones Hole Creek and the Green River, shown in the background. |
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| Another nice brown caught at "the confluence" |
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| Colter improved his small-stream fishing prowess, catching this nice brown totally indepen dent! |
