Something New on Mine Camp Peak
Mine Camp Peak is the highest point in Utah’s Millard County (10,108′ 3081 m), in the Pahvant (puh-VANT) Mountains, and is the 20th highest in the state if you go by counties. The Pahvant a range, and Mine Camp aren’t a frequent topic of conversation, but there’s lots of great solitude up there and the views of Utah’s high, dry valleys and surrounding mountain ranges is fantastic. It’s worth checking out.
On the verge of the autumnal equinox, a fine, summery day in September 2009, I set out from the Chalk Creek trailhead ( 39.9216 -112.2415), following said stream up to Paradise Canyon, then up to the top of the range. No deer, elk, bears or other charismatic megafauna were to be seen along the way — just lots of cattle staring at me with the usual bovine suspicion. I lost the path for a stretch, but met with it again, now graduated to a two-track ATV trail, near the top. There were groves of firs, dark green, and quakies in tones of green and brilliant yellow.
About a mile (1.6) from the goal, the ATV trail connects up with a dirt road, FS-103, which starts on the west side of the range, near Fillmore, crosses over, and comes out at Richfield. If you want to get to this summit quickly, you can drive a Jeep or an ATV up and just walk the last mile. If you feel like walking a dozen miles (almost 20 k) then the Chalk Creek route is for you! As the dirt road tops out, there’s a cattle guard and a fence. This is where you leave the road, drop into a saddle, then climb back up to the peak just west of you.
Near the cattle guard I ran into a solitary rider of an ATV, who stopped to chat me up. He said he had come out from Kansas just to ride around in the Pavant Mountains, and was staying in Richfield. That morning, a rally of 3,000 riders had ridden their putt-putts in a parade through town. I could imagine the sound of Richfield hoteliers and restaurateurs rejoicing.
On the peak, as I sat there taking in the sort of tableau that inspired 19th-century landscape painters — the parched Pahvant Valley, the Tushar Mountains to the south, the Wasatch Plateau east, and the stretch of ranges and basins to the west (the House Range, Nevada’s Snake Range and others), cottony clouds floating across the sky — while munching on trail grub, I noticed that a flock of ravens, at least a couple dozen of them, were riding an updraft as if it were an amusement park ride. The whoosh of air shot them up, wings spread, as if sitting on a geyser. At the apex, each corvid let out a loud, croaking “caw,” folded its wings, and dropped back down to catch the draft again.
I’m sure they were just goofing off, each caw betraying the exhilaration of the stunt. I’d never seen anything like that. No big wild critters on this hike, but ravens goofing off. The Saturday used up was worth it.
Back near the cattle guard, I stood under a huge pinyon, about about 30 feet tall (9 m), watching blue and white birds picking the nuts out of cones, shelling them and eating the meat. As I stood there, they dropped the shells on me. I don’t know what kind of bird it is, and assume they were just passing through, but again, I had never seen birds feasting on pine nuts.

Pine Nut Feast
On the way back down, going back through the stretch of trail I had missed on the way up, the ATV trail through Paradise Valley led the through the tallest, straightest stand of aspen I’ve ever seen. Although it was just a dry forest of deciduous trees, it made me think of the majesty of the rain forests on Washington’s Olympic Peninsula. Another great find for the day.
If you happen to be cruising down I-15 and come to Fillmore, if you feel like taking a detour, run up to Chalk Creek and check out this great, lonely mountain range for yourself. You’ll be glad you did.
If you’re a Big Picture sort of person, Keys View is for you. In winter and spring you get the bonus of snow-capped San Jacinto and San Bernardino mountains. The dun-colored Coachella Valley seems to start just below your feet on its northwest end, then runs southwest to the glimmer of the expansive Salton Sea. On clear days you can see past the sea and Imperial Valley over the border to Mexico.







In 2009 almost 2.7 million people showed up to see Zion National Park.Imagine everyone in the city of Houston, Texas, along with the good people of Cleveland, Ohio coming out to get a little Chinle grit on their shoes. Things get busy in March, with the peak month in August; last year almost 375 thousand came to see the park in the Dog Days, say, all of Minneapolis — You Betcha! – with adequate supplies of “haht dish.”