Posted on | June 17, 2014 | No Comments
There is a mountain near my home town that has an identity crisis, of sorts.
The name it goes by often depends on which northwest Cache County town you claim allegiance to. In Newton, we call it Little Mountain, but it is also known as Newton Hill, Trenton Hill (hence the “T” on its northeast slope) and I’ve even heard it referred to as Elephant Mountain.
Since this section of the valley was settled it has watched over the comings and goings of the agricultural communities that sprang up around it, as well the Native Americans who used this part of the Bear River for their support long before the trappers came to Northern Utah.
It might even be as old as the days of Lake Bonneville, where it’s stated elevation of 5,693 feet would have made it a small island when Bonneville was at its highest level of 5100 feet.
It’s interesting to guess about its history, but tonight it became an island among the fields when I stopped to capture this panorama scene of Little Mountain in the distance against a backdrop of sunset colored clouds:
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