The first real hike I remember taking without any adult supervision was one in the Logan, Utah area when I was a child. We lived on the east bench of the city near the USU campus and the Country Club Golf Course during the mid to late 1960s. At that time there were no homes located east of the canal, and I used to wonder what it would be like to hike to the two antennas on top of what I referred to as Saddleback Mountain. After some persuading of my mother and my friend’s mother, they allowed us to set out on a day-long hike to the top of Saddleback Mountain. My friend was Robert Elwood, and I was actually about a year or two older than he was. As I recall, there was no real trail to the top of this mountain. We simply hiked through the brush and grass and rocks to the top. We hiked past the rocky outcrop known as Castle Rock and a mining prospecting dig further up the mountain. We reached the 7,475-foot summit where the antennas were sometime during the early afternoon before heading down. The Providence of God smiled upon us during this hike, which was a good thing for a first-time hike. Though tired, we encountered no mishaps, such as falls, injury, rattlesnakes, or unfavorable weather during this hike.
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