Delano Peak
At 12,169 feet Delano Peak is the highest in the Tushar Range, the third highest range in the state of Utah.
Join Judy and me as we enjoy the magnificent views from the summit and encounter an unexpected bonus along the way.
At 12,169 feet Delano Peak is the highest in the Tushar Range, the third highest range in the state of Utah.
Join Judy and me as we enjoy the magnificent views from the summit and encounter an unexpected bonus along the way.
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