For years my Father, brothers, and I hunted on and around Bumblebee Mountain north of New Harmony, Utah - until it was closed to hunting. I haven't been there in quite awhile, so the other day I decided I would get up out of the heat, and check out my old hunting grounds too. I consulted my maps and laid out a course up over Bumblebee, then around Pine Valley mountain, and back to home. I marked some interesting things to check out on the way. As it turned out there was more to see than I had originally thought.
I rode north on I-15 to the top of Black Ridge, where I turned off onto a remnant of Old Highway 91. Highway 91 started out in the early 1910's as the Arrowhead Highway, the first all weather route between LA and SLC, but by 1926 was re-designated Highway 91. I like old roads, trails, etc. so take the opportunity to ride them whenever I get a chance.
This old bridge crosses Ash Creek. I looked for a date when it was built, but no luck.
Out with the old, in with the new.
I love old windmills, and couldn't pass up the chance to get a pic of this one.
On the way to Bumblebee I saw quite a few old cars, tractors, and equipment. I like that kind of stuff. Bonus points if you can correctly tell which conflict this old jeep was likely to have served in.
At the base of Bumblebee is Kanarraville, a small town not far from I-15.
Kanarraville is home to the Kanarra Falls hike, a short, fun hike up a slot canyon east of town. It's a great hike in the summer because you're in the water most of the way. More old stuff in Kanarra.
We'll never see prices like this again!
When I was growing up my Dad had an old corn-binder (International) truck like this. It had a crash box (no syncros in the transmission, for you younger guys), and rode so hard I swear we travelled as much up and down as we did forward. It was a good old truck, though.
My Dad is fond of telling a story about that old truck. One day my father and his brother were out on Little Creek mesa harvesting cedar posts. One of them jumped in the old binder to back up so they could load more posts. Unfortunately the other wasn't watching and they ended up backing the binder into a deep wash. The front wheels were barely on top, and the sides of the wash were almost straight up and down. My uncle started complaining that they were going to have to walk all the way back home. Before they headed out, they decided they would at least try to get the truck out. They took a couple of the cedar posts and jammed them down between the dual wheels on each side. My Dad said he got in the truck, stuck it in granny gear, revved it up until he was ashamed of himself, and popped the clutch. The old binder crawled right up out of the hole and killed just as it got on top. They both were pretty amazed.
I know there's some guys on this forum that like old tractors!
This old bailer is still in use - well, by the horses at least. From the polished corners it looks like they're getting some good use out of it to scratch themselves.
Finally getting up on the mountain!
To be continued.
I rode north on I-15 to the top of Black Ridge, where I turned off onto a remnant of Old Highway 91. Highway 91 started out in the early 1910's as the Arrowhead Highway, the first all weather route between LA and SLC, but by 1926 was re-designated Highway 91. I like old roads, trails, etc. so take the opportunity to ride them whenever I get a chance.
This old bridge crosses Ash Creek. I looked for a date when it was built, but no luck.
Out with the old, in with the new.
I love old windmills, and couldn't pass up the chance to get a pic of this one.
On the way to Bumblebee I saw quite a few old cars, tractors, and equipment. I like that kind of stuff. Bonus points if you can correctly tell which conflict this old jeep was likely to have served in.
At the base of Bumblebee is Kanarraville, a small town not far from I-15.
Kanarraville is home to the Kanarra Falls hike, a short, fun hike up a slot canyon east of town. It's a great hike in the summer because you're in the water most of the way. More old stuff in Kanarra.
We'll never see prices like this again!
When I was growing up my Dad had an old corn-binder (International) truck like this. It had a crash box (no syncros in the transmission, for you younger guys), and rode so hard I swear we travelled as much up and down as we did forward. It was a good old truck, though.
My Dad is fond of telling a story about that old truck. One day my father and his brother were out on Little Creek mesa harvesting cedar posts. One of them jumped in the old binder to back up so they could load more posts. Unfortunately the other wasn't watching and they ended up backing the binder into a deep wash. The front wheels were barely on top, and the sides of the wash were almost straight up and down. My uncle started complaining that they were going to have to walk all the way back home. Before they headed out, they decided they would at least try to get the truck out. They took a couple of the cedar posts and jammed them down between the dual wheels on each side. My Dad said he got in the truck, stuck it in granny gear, revved it up until he was ashamed of himself, and popped the clutch. The old binder crawled right up out of the hole and killed just as it got on top. They both were pretty amazed.
I know there's some guys on this forum that like old tractors!
This old bailer is still in use - well, by the horses at least. From the polished corners it looks like they're getting some good use out of it to scratch themselves.
Finally getting up on the mountain!
To be continued.