Having been twice turned back, I was determined to see Trinity Lookout. The first attempt with Jessica went all wrong. We ended up at the E.R. rather than the mountains. Then I went up with my daughter but darkness beat us to the punch. A moonless night and adamant lookout attendant meant no views.
Jessica and I took a direct route from Boise—no desert death traps this time—out Technology Way behind Micron and onto the Oregon Trail by Bonneville Point to Blacks Creek Road. I had just mounted up a new set of Elka suspension¹ and was anxious to run it through the paces.
Blacks Creek Road was host to a trailer pulling convention. Or that’s how it seemed as we choked our way through the cloud of dust made dense by an interminable caravan of truck and trailer.
Perhaps with some hope of avoiding further such suffering, we decided to turn north of the Prairie airstrip along Burnt Creek rather than continuing on the gravel House Mountain Road. We enjoyed a few nice views but the way was slow and winding compared to the regular route.
Finally on Trinity Mountain Road, we stopped at the first accessible water to wet a rag and wipe off some layers of trailer convention dust. Until bees attacked. Then it was time to go, clean or not.
A positive factor to offset the dust and bees was an ideal riding temperature around 75°F. It was a nice feeling after some triple-digit rides.
The view grew larger and larger as we climbed towards the peak. When we reached the ridge, Jessica hopped off and I slapped the kickstand down and began to slide off in one fateful move. The kickstand began to sink just as I was in an odd position to support the bike. Jessica had to come to my rescue.
With a flat rock under the kickstand, we stretched our legs, savored the view and contemplated that final ascent.
I pointed out the remaining trail to the lookout and suggested it would be on of those “hang on tight” rides.
We made it through the first rough area beyond the “no automobiles” gate and stopped at a hiking trailhead to look at the lakes below.
While we were there, a big, dualie forest service truck came bouncing down the trail, driven by a smiling lady the size of Jessica (petite). I figured the outside tires must have been hanging off the narrow, switchback trail at times! Sheesh. It put an end to any bragging rights I might have had.
This is the parking area at Trinity Lookout. The last forty feet have to be walked. Below is some of the road we took up.
We walked the steps and path the final forty feet or so to the lookout. I figured the tall poles lining the path were to help find the way under snow.
The lookout attendant was friendly, offering to answer any questions we had. She explained that she switches off with another person every five days and invited us to come, walk around the lookout. The view was amazing.
These mountains are peppered with little lakes.
We were assaulted by a swarm of bugs so we retreated to the lookout for our lunch.
Several chipmunks watched us closely as we ate. The attendant said they would sometimes eat from your hand.