On our latest adventure with grandpa, we hiked Indian Trail above the city of Ogden, Utah. The trail traces an old path believed to be used by Shoshoni Indians to travel through Ogden Canyon when the water was high.
Indian Trail is a moderate 8.2 mile hike out and back and gains 2,716 feet. We chose to go one way and parked one car at the Ogden Canyon trailhead, located near the Smokey Bear sign and Fairmount, about 1.5 miles from the mouth of the canyon. Then we drove a second car to 22 Street trail-head and parked there. Our one way hike was 4.1 miles and took us three hours.
We started at 7:30 on a Saturday morning. It was the perfect temperature. The first quarter of the hike, the trail wound us through a field of wildflowers. A beautiful yellow wildflower similar to a daisy, lined the path. I believe it was a yellow arrowhead balsamroot. There were also bluebells and light blue Rocky Mountain bee plants.
The trail climbs steadily, around the south end of Ogden Canyon and you can see Rainbow Gardens, El Monte Golf Course and Ogden Canyon Waterfall below. I thought this cottonwood tree was beautiful in the light of the morning.
We climbed higher and could see the fault lines in the canyon. The trail winds in and out of Warm Water Canyon, climbs to “Nevada Viewpoint” on the ridge between Warm Water Canyon and Cold Water Canyon, and then descends into Cold Water Canyon. Tall pine trees line the trail for much of the way with an aspen forest at the end.
At the top of the canyon there is a small log cabin with a dog bowl chained to it. We made the boys and Jasmine pause for a picture.
The other side turned more from tall pines to aspens and scrub oak. There are two campsites with fire pits and wiki ups ready for a small group. It was a beautiful hike on such a clear, pleasant day.
We enjoyed hearing stories from Grandpa along the hike. He shared his father’s business and property ventures and how he rode his bike twenty miles one time from Ogden to their farm in Syracuse. He also shared how he would hike with, Sandy, his Irish setter. If Sandy couldn’t go up, then he decided it probably wasn’t a good trail.
He also shared how he worked in a bakery as a teenager one summer and would cover any shift he could get. He would sometimes work 16 hour days. When a loaf wasn’t good enough to sell, he loved to take the fresh bread out of the middle and stuff it in his mouth. He remembered thinking a pastry was so good one time, because he had lived off of bread for a few weeks. I love that my kids get to hear these stories and spend time on these adventures with their grandfather. They will always remember these times and that is what is most important.