The Crescent Mine Grade Trail did indeed round the mountain and meet the Mid Mountain Trail in the next ravine. The Mid Mountain, which begins at the Deer Valley Resort to the south, was perfectly named… undulating west along the side of the mountain range staying right around 8,000 feet in elevation. To read about how I managed to reach this point click Mid Mountain (page 1).
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At first the Mid Mountain would cross a ski run, enter a thick grove of trees (usually aspens) then break out into another ski run, only to enter more trees. Riding across some of the ski runs was like riding in a high mountain grassy meadow turned 45 degrees on edge. Most of the patches of trees were in small ravines and some contained a trickling stream. A few of the groves had bridges spanning larger creeks.
Shortly after getting onto the Mid Mountain Trail I crossed a ski run and spotted a 4-foot tall figure of some kind of large insect on top of a pole… riding a snowboard. This critter had TNT stenciled on him. Maybe he was the mascot for some snowboard run for experts.
Just past the Spiro junction I entered another stand of trees. This one contained a sign saying, “White Pines Canyon… next public exit 11 miles.” I looked at my Garmin map Csx GPS and found I had traveled about 8 miles from the condo and was standing at 8,296 feet in elevation.
This part of the Mid Mountain Trail passed through a deep forest (White Pines?) broken only by fields of rock instead of ski runs. At one point I could see Park City Resort through the aspens… and I could look across and see where the Crescent Mine Grade Trail met up with the Mid Mountain Trail.
Soon I could see the trail was bearing straight for a rocky bluff. I knew I would soon be riding switchbacks… to either climb over the outcropping, or pass under. Just as I began to drop down switchbacks 4 bikers passed me coming up… and right past the bikers I came upon a trail crossed off with caution tape. The trail had that newly built (or recently repaired) look and I figured maybe the other end had not yet been finished.
Those switchbacks did bring me right on top of the next lower rock cliff. As I was just about to the edge of the outcropping, a girl came whipping around the corner and I quickly pulled off to let her by. I asked her, as she was passing, if there were any more riders following and she yelled back over her shoulder, “There is another about a half-mile back.”
Out on the point I imagined I was an eagle in a nest on a cliff face, and the many ant-sized objects moving below were my prey. I took a few photos of the valley and pressed on. This section of the Mid Mountain Trail is very rocky. I found all the rocky sections quite easy to ride because the trail remained flat. I did indeed meet the boyfriend about… “a half-mile back” as I rested on the next rock cliff.
Heading toward The Canyons Ski Resort I came to the roughest trail I’d seen my whole time in Utah. The Iron Mountain Trail branched south off the Mid Mountain Trail and looked, basically, un-ride-able.
Cruising through thick conifer stands I spotted a large sign up ahead. This sign had a map and told about a new trail called the Iron Man Trail (not to be confused with the “un-ride-able” Iron Mountain Trail). From the map it looked as if the Iron Man Trail traveled an extra 2 miles up switchbacks… over the top of the mountain, down a bunch more switchbacks… and ended at… the Mid Mountain Trail. I decided to forego this side excursion knowing in two days I would be riding along the Wasatch Crest Trail.
In this area the Mid Mountain seemed etched into the side of the mountains, often crossing talus fields of gray rock and drop-offs from solid pink rock. Between talus fields the Mid Mountain Trail passed through aspen groves, one of which really caught my eye. I had never before seen a whole copse of trees growing horizontal.
Around the bend from the strange aspens the Iron Man Trail returned from the mountain top… and then the Mid Mountain Trail cut across the largest talus field. Unlike the ones in the Sierra Nevada, the trails in Park City have been pretty much cleared of loose rubble. The trail makers in the Sierra just turn the rocks to flatten out the surface of the trail, which makes a pretty rough path.
I stopped at the next rock outcropping and sat on a nice bench made by an Eagle Scout named Bryan Johnson. From this bench I had a view of the farmers market a thousand feet below. I wondered if Cindy was down there as she said was going to go there (among other places).
The Mid Mountain Trail crosses the Goldfinger Trail (closed due to construction), a bridge (over a large creek) above White Pine Canyon, and then a paved road. As I ventured along this part of the Mid Mountain I could constantly hear tractors working below.
It was here that I came across one of the strangest signs I have ever seen on all my trips. I had seen a whole bunch of sheep when biking in Brian Head the previous week. I saw none here, nor did I see any dogs of any type.
As I was exiting a beautiful aspen single track I rode past a sign that read, Red Pine Lodge, with arrows pointing straight ahead.
The lodge appeared on my right but my focus was on a ski lift taking bikers to the top of a mountain. I rode to the back of the line (of about 6 riders) and asked the young man in front of me if I needed to pay to ride up. He said they were checking tickets at the bottom lift but not here. I asked him if I could take a picture of his (downhill) bike for my website, to which he agreed. He said his was more of a cross between a cross country and downhill as I took the picture. He also explained that his bike suspension “only” had about 6 1/2 inches of travel.
I asked him if I could ride up with him and he cheerfully said, “Sure.” I noticed that the bikers in front put there bikes in a rack (that looked just like the one at our local library) just prior to boarding the lift… so I followed suit. The worker put us in one chair, and then hung our bikes on the next, followed by the next bikers, then their bikes…
Once in the chair I took the opportunity to interview my partner. To read this interview about my chairlift partner click Mid Mountain (page 3).