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Sometimes getting there is tough....

Sometimes getting there is tough....

... other times, not so much.


Well, I did have to fly to Sacramento to conquer this beast.... and enlist my daughter to provide moral support. Moral support because being a vegetarian means she can't be a true cheeseburger summiteer, but being a good daughter she was willing to aid and abet her momma by providing the get-a-way-to-the-summit car for this mission.

After picking up a burger and an 'almost' burger we hopped in the car and drove the 2.9 miles to the Shell station that perches atop Whisky Hill. A little GPS action and we figured out that despite the higher appearing planter bed to the west, the summit, all of 33 feet high, was located right in the middle of the gas station entry way. It was there I munched my yummy cheeseburger and my daughter ate her cheese-no-burger while taking in the view as the road slopes down to the city's elevation of 13 feet.

The fellow working behind the counter was surprised to learn he was working Sacramento's summit!

Fall hike AND cheeseburger summit

What a beautiful day for a hike!  Blue sky, yellow aspen, warm enough for shorts in October.  We hiked up from the top of Millcreek Canyon Road along the old road/trail to the old Park West Overlook.  From there, rather than taking the trail, we decided to do a little bushwacking up to Murdock Peak.  Make it a little more of an adventure.  

View of our goal, Murdock Peak, from the trail.

Another candidate for the "weird shit on top of a peak" category.  (not groundround)

The requisite USGS marker.

Cheeseburgers on top.

View of the Park City side from the peak.

Cardiff Peak by default

Hitting up Cardiff Peak was almost an anti climactic after Superior.  But, by the time we got there i was hungry again and my second burger of the day was just as delicious as the first. 

Refski does Monte Cristo

As Sierra and I lounged in the warm sun atop Mount Superior we realized we had internet service and checked out other possible peaks we could bag.  Cardiff peak, which we passed on the way in looked a lot easier than Monte Cristo and we could still get two summits in one day.  Two other hikers arrived and we said our hellos and started talking about how our partner Refski was on his way to Monte Cristo and his 2nd cheeseburger summit of the day.   We explained the Cheeseburger Summit website to them and they pretended to be interested.  We then looked over at Monte Cristo again. Now there were 3 figures on that summit. Where did the other two people come from??  And Sierra and I looked at each other and said "He better not give away our burgers!!"  and as we said that we saw Refski hand them over!!  OMG!!!  How could he betray us like that???? We called him. We texted him!!  Dont give away our burgers!  20 minutes later the other two guys showed up on Superior.  We pounced on them.  "Did Refski give you burgers??!!"  Big smiles from the boys.  "Yes!"  they said.  "It was awesome to be on top of a mountian and some guy is offering you cheeseburgers.  How could we say no?"  ARGH!!!  Refski arrived shorly after and it turned out he had made extras!  We still had enough for all of us to have burgers on Cardiff Peak.

Mount Superior

Refski mentioned to Sierra that the sunday before Labor day would be a good day to summit Mount Superior and Mount Monte Christo and that he would bring the burgers.  Sierra then mentioned it to me.  I agreed.  And, why not?  Two cheeseburger summits in one day? Definately. Its my idea of a good time.

We set off from the Fire Station in Alta and headed up the fire road.  We arrived at an old mine and realized we had missed the trail turn off to Pole Line Pass quite a ways back.  It wouldnt be a true adventure unless theres some bushwacking involved.  So we bushwacked our way across the hill to the trail and arrived at the Cardiff Pass (aka Pole line pass) a short while later.  

We followed the ridge south for a while and as we ascended up the flank of Mt Superior we lost the trail. Damnit.  Sierra was not amused.  So we continued up and up across steep talus slopes and about a half hour later made our way back to the trail.   I was starving and the summit was thrilled to finally make it to the summit where Refski's classic cheeseburgers with fresh tomato were consumed.  Sierra and I took a look at the trail the Mt Monte Christo and decided we didnt feel like hiking over there so we watched with great interest as Refski headed over there alone.

Monte Cristo with two new guys.

Monte Cristo the second of three Summits.  Two new guys /Carston Oliver/ Eric Balkin
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Snowbasin Burgers: DeMoisy Peak

Getting to DeMoisy peak was a piece of cake.  From top of Strawberry Peak it was a twenty minute walk/scramble to the rocky top of DeMoisy.  Someone had thoughtfully sunk a post into the peak for Soontohaveastroke to hanf onto...for dear life.  Please note the white knuckes in the cheeseburger photo.  You can also see Strawberry Peak in the background.

Snowbasin Burgers:Strawberry Peak

Soontohaveastroke and I had discussed cheeseburgering a peak or two at Snowbasin Ski Resort quite some time ago. But injuries and life in general kept getting in the way.  Finally, the stars aligned and he informed me that, after a long hiatus, he was ready to conquer a couple summits.  His research showed 4 peaks that could possibly be done in one day but we decided to try for just two, as I had a mountain bike ride (also at Snowbasin) with Sierra planned immediately preceeding the Cheeseburger Festivites.   We met at the Needles Gondola and Soontohaveastroke advised me that he had spoken with a Snowbasin employee who told him that after exiting the Needles Gondola, to take a shortcut down a ski run and then it would be about a 20 minute walk to Strawberry Peak.  Well, turns out that employee was a wealth of mis-information.  An hour and twenty minutes later, after walking under the blistering sun we finally reached Strawberry Peak.  I think we may have been better off saving this summit for winter as the Strawberry Gondola does not run in the summer, but when it is running, deposits one about a 20 minute walk from Strawberry Peak.  Imagine that.  However, the views from the peak were marvelous.  360 degree views encompassing the Great Salt Lake, Hill Airforce Base, Pineview Reservior and the town of Morgan.  We consumed my classic mini cheeseburgers and set out for DeMoisy Peak located just across the saddle from Strawberry Peak.



While we were up in Albion Basin earlier in the week, Sierra suggested we hike this weekend and I said, "tis been a while since we had a Cheeseburger..." and Sierra's brother chimed in... "Lets do the Pfiefferhorn."  Well, hells bells, why not??  Its my 50th cheeseburger summit and how appropriate it is to do such a spectacular hike.  And so we struck out on Saturday July 11, from the overflowing White Pine parking lot.  The trail was crowded but Sierra set a fast pace and we made it to Red Pine Lake in 90 minutes.  From there it was a bit of a slog to the ridge where we got our first look at our goal.  Looked a little steep.  




As we were crossing the ridge to the base of the Pfiefferhorn, we were entertained by the profanity spewing from Sierra's mouth. Apparently she doesnt like the exposure.  We finally made it to the top and ate our burgers, enjoyed the view and headed back down to the car for celebratory beverages.

Summited Whitney in a Blizzard

Clmbing Whitney can be dangerous.  As we approached the summit snow started to fall and we could hear thunder far off.  People have died from lightning strike up here.  So when got to the top we signed the log and took a picture:

Me on the summit

I took a series of picture to make this photosphere:

 I could hear and feel static electricity arcing in my wool cap and shocking my skull.  I could make it stop if I raised my arm over my head but then the hair on my arm would stand up.  My nephew and hiking partner didn't want to stick around so I got out of there.  Shortly after heading back down I yelled I forgot.  The wind was blowing so hard Jacob didn't hear me.  I took off my pack and started ruffling through it.  Now ever farther away he asked what I forgot.  "Cheeseburger!", I replied.  He yelled, "What?".  And I yelled again, "Cheeseburger!"  As I hustled back to the summit on my weary legs and shouted over my shoulder, "No."

I got within site of the summit shack and snapped this picture: Whitney Cheeseburger

I turned around and ate my victory burger as I struggled to catch up.