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My First Elk Hunt

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Warning – if you are offended by hunting and the sight of dead animals, read no further.

Growing up in North Dakota, hunting was a normal fall past time.  The opening day of deer hunting season was practically a state holiday.  When I moved to Minnesota, I gave up deer hunting as I had no desire to hunt from a tree stand.  When I moved to Utah, I always said that with all the possibilities for hunting, I would eventually have to start hunting again.  After skiing with my friend Evan for a few ski seasons, last winter he finally convinced me that this should be the year to take up hunting again.  When a Nate Thesing, a friend and coworker from MN and an avid hunter, moved here in February, it made the timing seem even better (now there would be 2 of us hunting in UT for our first time).  Between Evan, Nate and I, we were able to get a cow and 2 spike bull permits as well as a buck mule deer permit each.  Having not hunted for 15 years, I was a little bit nervous.  I brought my guns back from ND when we were visiting in August (nothing like flying somewhere to run 100 miles and coming back with guns).  Finally a few weeks before season, I figured since I had not shot the gun in 15 years, I should probably go to the firing range.  Other than a sore shoulder from shooting 20 rounds, that went good.  A couple of shopping sprees to Sportsman Warehouse and Cabela’s and I was ready to go.  The season opened on October 8th and our first winter storm moved in on the 5th with cold temperatures, rain and snow.  We were only hunting 1 hour from our house, but decided it would be easiest to camp for the weekend.  We drove down on Friday and scoped out the place we intended to hunt.  After a cold and wet night camping, we left camp on foot, in a snow storm 45 minutes before sunrise on Saturday.  With the fresh snow, we were able to find lots of fresh signs, but spent over 10 hours hiking and bushwhacking through the mountain side to not see a single animal.  It was a tough day of being cold and very wet all day and continual frustration with the difficult walking in the thick scrub oak and bushes.  The evening cleared, we had a new plan, and after a good dinner and a few beers by the campfire, we were ready to get some sleep in preparation for another long day.

We over slept on Sunday, but were still out of camp before 7.  We had a 15 minute drive up the trail to where we could cross the creek and start climbing into the higher elevations to hunt (we were camped around 6,700’ and were planning to hunt between 8,000’ and 9,000’.  After only an hour of bushwhacking, the woods opened up and shortly after we all (separately) had our first elk sighting, but none of us were able to get a shot off.  We were all hunting individually, but had 2-way radios and would make contact every 2 hours (or when we heard close shots) for updates of where we were at and what we were seeing.  At our 11:00 contact, I had decided to head to high ground and was on my way to a 9,200’ ridge which I intended to follow a couple of miles until it intersected a trail which would then drop down into the canyon we were camping in about 4 miles from camp.  For 2 hours I followed numerous sets of very fresh tracks and at 1:00, I saw a good sized elk standing 75 meters from me in the grove of aspen trees I was climbing up through.  I was only able to see the entire body for a couple of seconds before it hid behind a tree.  From my vantage point, I was able to just see the neck and head.  I was standing next to an aspen tree so I stabilized my rifle against the tree and squeezed off a round.  I couldn’t tell if I had hit it or not, it appeared to duck, but then disappeared.  I assumed I had missed (it was hoping for too much to hit an elk on my first shot hunting in 15 years), but regardless I ran over to the area it had been standing.  I found a large blood mark, but no animal, I was able to follow the blood track, scared the elk up a hundred meters or so later and then followed it another 300 meters before I found it dead.

     1 of the 2 animals we had down

All this while, I am on the radio trying to get Nate and Evan.  It wasn’t until I heard 3 more shots (before I had even found my elk) that Evan came on the radio to tell use he had an elk down.  With 2 animals down, none of us really knew what we were getting ourselves into.  Nate went to the truck to gather packs and rope then meet us at the animals.  Evan and I both started to field dress out animals – not having hunted in 15 years and only having cleaned a deer, I really didn’t have much of an idea of what to do.  Compared to dressing a deer, an elk is a complete different story.  You can’t straddle the animal and hold the legs apart, they are just too big.  I didn’t have rope to tie the legs to trees and I was on a steep hillside so every time I would try to do something it would slide down the hill.  After about an hour, I had most of the guts out, but was not able to get everything removed so I had to leave it, and I headed over to help Evan with his animal.  We were 1.5 miles (as the crow flies) and 2,000 vertical feet from the truck.  There was no way to get any closer to where we were without an ATV (there was an ATV trail 3/4 mile and 800’ below us).  We started the task of skinning and quartering the elk.  At this point we thought that the 3 of us would be able to carry both animals out in 1 trip.  By the time we got the packs to the animals and the animals both skinned and quartered it was 6:00.  We loaded 2 quarters onto a pack and quickly realized there was no way to carry this.  It was well over 130 lbs.  New plan – we decided to carry out 2 rear quarters and all of the loins, back straps and small scraps.  The rest of the meat we hung from trees with a plan to return on Tuesday to carry it out.  We had everything packed and hung and stared down through the woods in the dark at 7:30.  We had hoped to make the hike out in 2 hours, but instead it took us 3 very long hours with 70-90 lb packs, rifles, etc.  There was no trail out so we had to do everything including scrambling, down climbing, wading the creek, and literally crawling up the bank on the other side.  When we finally got to the truck, we were exhausted and we still had to break camp and drive the 1-hour home. 

     Nate and Evan hiking out in the dark exhausted

By the time we got to my house to hang up the meat it was 12:30 AM, we had been going hard since 6:30AM and we were exhausted.  We decided we would figure out the rest of the meat on Monday.  Monday Evan went out to scope out any better access and was able to confirm we had 2 options: 1) hike 2 trips down the way we did on Sunday night which would take about 10 hours or 2) get an ATV.  My neighbor was kind enough to lend us his ATV and we rented a trailer.  We convinced our friend Andy to come with us and on Tuesday the 4 of us took off to get the rest of the meat.  We had a 3.5 mile approach on a technical ATV trail.  We had 3 mountain bikes, an ATV, and our packs.  We biked and hike-a-biked in, then swapped bike shoes for hiking boots and started carrying elk quarters down to the trail. 

     Going back in to haul out elk quarters

Unfortunately, we had 3 quarters that had been pulled down by a bear (we think it was a bear based on the scratch marks on the trees), but only a small amount of meat was eaten.  With 2 ATV trips to get the meat out and us hiking and biking out, we were able to get all the meat out in 6 hours.  This was still a challenge, but much easier than 10 hours of hiking on steep terrain.  We got everything loaded and were able to get back to my house to get the meat hanging not much after dark. 

     My garage/butcher shop

The first elk hunt was a lot of fun, but it was also as huge learning lesson about how much larger an elk is than a deer, the massive differences between deer hunting in farm land and elk hunting in the mountains, how much work it is to haul out an animal on your back, and much, much more.  Nate still has a spike bull tag, but we may not have time to fill the tag as we have realized that you need to plan for an entire day to haul out the meat after you shoot an animal.

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Biting Back at the Bear

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Prelude

I went into this season for redemption.  I had a rough race season in 2010 with a tough day at Big Horn 100 (due to stomach issues and getting lost) and a DNF at Bear 100 (due to kidney issues).  The year started out great when I had an amazing day at the 2011 Big Horn 100.  After Big Horn time just kept rolling by crewing/pacing Emily at Tahoe Rim 100, numerous uneventful and uninspiring runs, a great run on the Maah Daah Hey Trail in North Dakota, and a fantastic Big Cottonwood Canyon ridge traverse.  After the BCC traverse labor day weekend, I was lacking energy and feeling overall drained.  I didn’t feel I had been over training, but that run did seem to put me over that fine line of hard training vs. over training.  With the Bear 100 3 weeks away, it was time to work with friend and coach Matt to come up with a  strategy for the next 3 weeks that will put me in peak condition for the start of Bear.  A week before the race I was feeling better, but still feeling like I needed more and more sleep and my resting heart rate was 8-10 higher than I would have liked.  It was on this day that I figured I would take a quick 1 hour after work mt bike ride.  Descending too quickly down a wide, but rocky trail, I hooked an outstretched tree branch with my arm which in turn jack-knifed my front wheel and sent me super-manning down the trail.  I landed 10-15’ from my bike and skidded to a stop in the rocks.  Extremely startled and shaken, I laid there a minute to take stock of my body parts (I hadn’t hit my head, my right arm hurt, but not that badly, my left leg was scraped up, and both adductor muscles and my left hip and glute hurt pretty badly).  I stood up and retrieved my bike, which thankfully was not damaged and realized how hard I had hit by the fact that I was close to throwing up from the impact and in all the falls I had taken, had never felt like that before.  By the time I got up Christian who I was riding with had come back to make sure I was OK, I said, ‘I think so’, because that was all I knew.  By the time we rode the 5 miles home, I had a baseball size lump on my left glute and walking hurt.  Well, this was going to put 100 miles in a whole new place.  I spent the next week taking daily ice baths, stretching the muscles, and eating lots of omega-6’s, papain and bromelain (all natural anti-inflammatories that work very well for me), but on Thursday when I left for the race I still ached and just lifting my legs to cross them hurt.

All pain aside, I never questioned if I should race or not, I was not going to get beat by the Bear again this year and I figured 100 miles hurts regardless so it may just hurt a little more.  The weather forecast for the race was perfect – a warm 78-84F in the afternoon (with a threat of being hot when out of the shade or breeze) and a comfortable 38-44F at night.  I had the standard pre-race nerves on Thursday, but the company of Matt, Ellen Parker, and Krissy Moehl on the drive to Logan and during dinner was a good distraction.  Emily drove up after work and by 8:30 we had everything ready for the next day (truck packed, aid station bags ready, breakfast set out, race number pinned on, etc.).  We relaxed for a half hour and it was time for lights out.  I usually don’t sleep well the night before races, but I slept quite well getting a solid 7 hours and waking up just before the alarm to eat and get ready. 

Fun

Last year was the largest Bear race at 140 runners, this year there were 260 registered runners.  The starting line (at a park in the city of Logan) was crowded and chaotic with anxious racers and sleepy crews.  With 3 minutes before the starting gun, several of us lined up in the first couple of rows in order to get a fast start and good position when we hit the single track a mile in.  The first 10 miles is a continual climb and traverse to the aid station at Logan Peak.  I was feeling great on the climb and my legs had loosened up.  The next 10 miles had a small amount of climbing and a massive descent into Leatham Hollow.  I knew that this section could blow a person’s quad muscles so I took a hard, but smart pace.  I reached Leatham Hollow right on a 23.5 hour pace and somewhere around 15th place.  My crew and some crew of friends (Emily, Emily Judd, Matt, and Krissy) kept me moving right out of the aid station so as not to waste any time.  

Leatham Hollow Aid Station

Suffering

As I left Leatham, we had a 3 mile gradual climb up a gravel road to Richard Hollow.  This section has always left me hurting as you need to run it even though it is a good climb (over 1,600’).  Roch Horton caught up to me on the road and we both suffered together up the road. We reached Richard Hollow, donated our headlamps to the aid station (we had both stupidly forgotten to get rid of them at Leatham) and start up the grinding 6 mile climb.  Both Roch and I felt quite poor on this climb and by the time we reached Cowley Aid Station 7.5 miles later, we had been passed by 12 runners.  Emily and I had decided not to crew at this point, but I was happy to see our friend Emily Judd (who I ran a lot of Big Horn with) there.  She took care of me, gave me a quick pep talk and sent me on my way.  I was not planning to pick up a pacer until Temple Fork (mile 45.2), but asked her to tell my Emily to get ready to run with me from Right Hand Fork as I needed company.  I wasn’t feeling great as I left Cowley, but I pushed hard up a hot climb then pushed it as much as possible during the awesome single track descent into Right Hand Fork.  At Right Hand, I once again had a great crew of 4 attending to me as I did a quick foot repair and left with Emily.  Emily only had 5 minutes from the time Emily Judd arrived until I arrived so my change of plans had caused a bit of chaos for her.  We left Right Hand together and while not feeling good, I was happy to have some company. 

Right Hand Fork to Temple Fork

At this point my stomach was not in a good place due to my aches and pains from the bike crash and several hours of heat and exertion.  I kept eating and drinking as much as possible, but kept feeling more and more bloated.  I kept pushing on and Emily was able to get my motivation up.  We got passed by a few more people on this section and I was in about 35th place now and on a 24.5 hour pace.  This early in the race, I don’t get too concerned about being an hour off my pace as I know if I have run a smart race up to this point, I can easily make up an hour in the last 50 (or even 25) miles.  We quickly crewed at Temple Fork (Sallie Shatz had now joined my crew and it was good to have another always smiling face), I unsuccessfully attempted to fix my stomach in the toilet, and off I went with Kristen Swenson.  Kristin is Emily’s favorite pacer and she always gets Emily extremely motivated and moving quickly.  I had never had Kristin pace me and I was looking forward to this as I needed it.  Kristin kept me motivated with her good conversation and we made good time climbing out of Temple and running down the amazing single track into Tony Grove.  At this point, I was coming to terms that I may not feel good on any of the remaining climbs, but I was able to push the downhill’s quite hard.  I quickly moved through the Tony Grove aid station and took off with Emily pacing me.  The climb out of Tony went ok, I was not feeling great, but we were pushing as much as possible.  My quads were starting to feel trashed and I was only at mile 52, but since I couldn’t push the climbs, I had to keep pushing the descents.  I made the decision that at Beaver Lodge I would change to compression tights to try to save the legs for the last 25 miles.  I was able to push hard on the flats and downhill’s all the way to Franklin Basin and I ran this section 10 minutes faster than my 23 hour pace chart.  I now had my strategy for the rest of the race – suffer the uphill, crank the downhill. 

Running into Franklin Basin

Perseverance

At Franklin I grabbed some food and picked up Mark Christopherson as my pacer to get me the next 38 miles to the finish line.  Mark has been one of my ultra mentors and training partners for the last 5 years and I knew that his experience and strong running abilities would be just what I needed to get me in under 24 hours.  At this point, I didn’t think it was possible to achieve my 23 hour goal, but under 24 hours was still within reach as I was at about a 24:15 pace and I knew I could make up 15 minutes over 38 miles. Mark and I continued my strategy of going as hard as possible uphill (which was not that hard), the letting me go on the flats and downhill’s. Sometimes this meant I was doing a 20 minute/mile pace and sometimes it was an 8 minute/mile pace. It was now dark and we had a few issues with route finding prior to the Logan River aid station where we spent close to 10 minutes trying to find the trail. We were in and out of the aid station and on to Beaver Lodge (at Beaver Mountain Ski Resort). With Mark pacing me, we were able to start running these sections at (or even faster) than my 23 hour splits. We were making up good time and passing people along the way which was helping with my motivation. I took a few minutes at Beaver Lodge and switched into CW-X compression tights. For the past 5 years I have sworn by CW-X compression tights so I was confident that the time it would take me to change into them would be more than worth it over the final 24 miles. I wasn’t disappointed as when we left I could immediately feel a difference having the quad support was making. The next section to Gibson Jack Basin was a 5.5 mile climb that seemed to go on forever. We did what we could and kept pushing. Everyone we met on the trail at this point seemed to be in the same place. Hovering a little bit inside the pain cave and suffering trying to decide to go deeper or exit and take it easy. We chose the former. The comedy of the run was getting into Beaver Creek aid station. The creek was knee to thigh deep or there was a sketchy 8” log 15’ long and 2’ above the water. It was quite cold at this time and my body was not regulating its temperature very well so we chose the log. Knowing we could not walk across it, 4 of us (2 runners and 2 pacers) butt slide across the thing. Not the most graceful crossing, but it prevented other issues around trying to warm up. I was running in 16th at Beaver Creek and although suffering, was really happy with how Mark had been able to keep pushing me. We spent a little too much time at Beaver Creek aid station eating (I came in hungry and knew I had to take advantage of it) and then we were off. On the way to Ranger Dip, we once again found ourselves questioning the route and lost a little bit of time stopping to look for route markers. Eventually we made it to Ranger where Emily and Sallie were waiting.

Final Push

There is an ~1 mile crazy steep climb out of Ranger Dip. This climb destroyed me, but I knew once I reached the top, it was (almost) all downhill to the finish. I wasn’t fast on the climb and at the top I told Mark I needed to put music on for some motivation to the finish line. The second song was “Glory Days” from Springsteen. This song always gets me moving and this time it was no different. As soon as this song came on, Mark and I were quickly cruising down the technical and rocky descent. Shortly after the most technical portion of the descent, I decided there were only 5 (or so) miles left and I was going to give it everything I had. I was able to keep a very strong pace all the way to the finish line (with 1 short stop when there was a left hand turn and once again I couldn’t find any markers so I wasn’t sure where to go) and finished in 23:24:46 for 14th place. I was happy as I had made up 50 minutes in 38 miles, I had suffered for 80 miles, and while not making my 23 hour goal, I had made my sub-24 hour goal.

A huge thanks to my pacers (Emily, Kristin, and Mark) and all those were helped crew me along the way (Emily, Matt, Krissy, Emily Judd, Sallie, Kristin, and Mark).

Running

Wasatch 100 – Mission Accomplished

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What a race. After completing the Wasatch 100 in 2008 as my first hundred, in which I suffered immensely, I had no desire to run this race again. After my strong Leadville 100 finish last year (which marked my 2nd under 30 hour finish for a 100 mile race) and pacing a friend at Wasatch I started to reconsider. Have I gotten smarter/faster to possibly get under the 30 hour benchmark? Is that at all possible for me? I decided that there was a good chance of it and applied and got drawn in the lottery. It was now time to determine strategy and training to make sure I could meet my goal of under 30 hours.

I skied all spring specifically because we had a 3 week ski trip in the Alps planned so I didn’t really start my race training until May. I also missed my first race of the year (Pocatello 50) due to a work trip to Japan that I could not pass up. My next race was Tahoe 100 on July 16, so I started a very rigorous training schedule to get ready for that. Although I completed Tahoe, it was not within my goal time as I had a very serious lung infection during the race. This not only took a lot out of me physically but also mentally. After I recovered from that race and my lung infection (my lungs are still healing today), I had one last big training push to make sure I was ready for Wasatch (I was able to do most of this training on the Wasatch course where I made every run count). I also spent a lot of time working on splits, a race plan, studying the course (which I already knew really well), and mentally and physically preparing myself for the race.

I was as ready for Wasatch. I had a great plan, crew, and pacers ready. I also had lucky number 62 (6 is my favorite number and 2 for the 2nd time completing Wasatch). We started out at 5AM and cruised along the single track. Within 38 minutes of the start my light went from bright, to dim, to totally dead – yikes. I knew I still had about 40 minutes of darkness so I moved as quickly as I could using the light around me. This cost me time and at Francis Peak (18.76m) I was about 13 minutes behind my goal pace. I knew I had a long time to make it up so I wasn’t going to let this affect me. I came into Big Mountain (39.4m) at 2:45p and was happy to have Ann join me for the next section.

Big Mountain Pass Aid Station

As we headed up the first hill we were so happy to notice that it had clouded over making this section so much more enjoyable than it usually was (the early racers were treated to an extremely warm section). We got into Lambs (53.13m) at 6:21p and it was amazing to see so many friends there to cheer me on as I made a quick pit stop (thank you Christian, Corrie, Berkley, Mischa, Ray, Katy, Tyson, & Erin). Kristin and I headed up the Lamb’s canyon road on the way to Big Water in Mill Creek. Kristin kept me company for the next 22 miles (with a quick crew stop from Chad at Mill Creek). It was entertaining when she told me about memories that she had of me from this section in 2008 and I didn’t remember many at all. It’s crazy to think that this section took almost an hour and a half longer in 2008 than it did this year. At Brighton, Chad, Brent, and Kristin got me in and out quickly changing socks, shoes (then putting my Hokas back on after taking them off), fixing blisters, and a snack. I then headed out the door with Chad, my #1 pacer. I continued to feel strong going up Catherine’s Pass, down into Ant Knolls, and on. I was able to keep moving, drinking, eating, and just really maintaining a decent pace. I couldn’t believe that we were almost to Pot Bottom before it got light out. We climbed the last big hill coming out of Pot Bottom and then started to run. I ran all but 2 short climbs the entire way to the finish line. At that point my legs were killing me and I had been trying to keep my stomach from going south for quite a while. We hit the road and I was so incredibly happy knowing that I was almost done. We ran in with a couple from the neighborhood going out for a nice Saturday morning run. I remember them stating that they were out for a little run and I said “me too, but I started at 5a yesterday morning.” The gentleman ran on the other side of me to make sure no cars got close to me.

I crossed the finish line at 9:16a (finish time of 28:16:29). I was so happy to be done and incredibly ecstatic that I met (and blasted out of the water) my goal. I was rewarded at the finish line with many friends (thank you Jenny, Terry, Erin, Tyson, Tom, Stephanie, Ann, Anya, Amanda, Ian, Kristin, Brooke, and Jenn) to cheer on me and our friend Suzanne.

THE FINISH!

I am so happy that I was able run a strong race and that all of my mental and physical preparation paid off. I actually went from the 101st place at mile 53 to 46th place (and 5th female overall) at the finish line.

2011 Wasatch 100

Thank you so much to my awesome pacers: Chad, Kristin, and Ann. Thank you also to Chad for being there for me at every location that he possibly could and always being so incredibly supportive. Thank you also to everybody that sent me their good vibes to get me through. I could feel the strength of others as I went. I couldn’t have done it without all of my super supportive friends and family!

Running

Mountain Hardwear Running Hydration System Reviews

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Mountain Hardwear Single Bottle Waist Pack

I have a hard time finding waist packs that fit me correctly. My typical issue is that the packs ride up off my narrow hips and end up on my stomach and being very uncomfortable.

This is a fairly minimal waist pack weighing around 2oz  The pack has only a single small storage compartment on the waist strap.

  • During my first use, I had some issues with the straps slipping through he buckles so I needed to tighten it a lot.  On subsequent uses, the waist strap had collected enough sweat and grim that it did not slide through the buckles as easily. A buckle with sharper teeth or a rougher web strap may remedy this.
  • I had some issues with it twisting around my waist.  I think some small rubber pads on each side of the bottle holder would cause it to stick to your shirt or shorts and not move as much.  I think this may also prevent it from riding your shirt up like most packs do on me.
  • The gear pouch is small, but easy to access and very functional. I could easily fit 300 calories in it and was able to squeeze 400 in when needed.
    • The gear pouch is removable, but also slides around a lot.  I like that you can take the pouch off, but I think that a small piece of Velcro to hold it in place would be a good addition.
    • Additional pouches would be great including 1 large enough for a gel flask
  • The water bottle sleeve was super easy to get a bottle in and out of which was great.  I was extremely impressed with the bottle sleeve.  It is one of the easier sleeves I have used on a waist pack.
  • The bungee to hold the water bottle in was ok. I found that with a full bottle, you needed the strap to ensure the bottle does not slip out, but once the bottle got lighter, slipping out was not an issue.  I found it easy to get off the bottle, but it took some practice to be able to reach back and get the strap on the first grab.
  • There is a bungee strap that wraps around the water bottle holder. When carrying a Patagonia Dragon Fly jacket, the extra weight did not change the way it bounced or sat at on my hips. I was very impressed with this as I was worried that with the jacket attached to the bottle sleeve and not close to the waist that it could cause some bouncing.
  • The pack bounced a little bit with a full bottle, but once the bottle had a few ounces out of it stayed very steady on my waist.
  • I had few issues with the pack riding up on my waist when running. This thrilled me since it is always one of my concerns.

Overall Summary: I was impressed with the comfort of both the narrow waist band and the minimally padded bottle holder.  I am used to bottle packs with more padding (and usually weighing around 6oz) so it was great to see that this was just as comfortable with a fraction of the weight. Based on the weight and functionality of this waist pack, it will most likely be my ‘go-to’ bottle holder.

Mountain Hardwear Fluid 6 Hydration Pack

The Fluid 6 pack is Mountain Hardwear’s entry into running vests. 

   

This is a lightweight hydration vest that is very well built without any unnecessary frills.  The pack has 2 mesh pouches in the front straps with a single small zippered pocket.  The pack itself has a single large pocket with an internal separation for a bladder.  The vest weighed 8.5oz compared to 11 oz for my other race best.  This weight savings alone was enough to have me excited to try it out.

Even after my first use, I loved the pack for the light weight and simplicity.  I initially had a problem with both the side and chest straps continually loosening, but similar to the waist pack, when the straps collected enough sweat and grime, the did not slip.  Similar to the waist pack, I think either rougher straps or better teeth on the buckles would eliminate this.

The small zipper pouch on the front left shoulder strap was perfect for electrolyte tablets.  It is large enough for this, but no larger.  There are times when this pocket could be a little bit larger, but it was always sufficient for how I used it.

The left chest pocket easily fit 300 calories and the right pocket is large enough for a gel flask.  The chest pouches are made out of a stretchy mesh so they keep the contents locked in and don’t allow things to shake or bounce.

The pack itself has a bungee looped between the sides.  The bungee was large enough to get quite a bit of clothing or other items strapped on.  The interior of the pack is very large.  It has a nylon divider to keep the bladder separate from the rest of the pack.  It has a Velcro loop on the top to hang the bladder from.  I felt this was necessary to keep the bladder from slipping down into the bottom of the pack and from bouncing.  I also found that the rear bungee had to be kept snug to keep the contents from bouncing.  A small bungee at the top of the bladder sleeve may also help to stabilize this or making the bladder sleeve out of a stretchy material.

The main compartment was large enough to hold clothing, food, and a small set of emergency gear with room to spare.  I feel that the overall compartment size could be reduced by 25-40% and still be sufficient for most long day runs.  The pack at its current size would support enough food and water for extended run (10+ hours).

The back panel of the pack is constructed of a very light (almost mesh) material.  On hot runs, I found that filling the bladder with ice helped keep me cool while running.

Using the Fluid 6 on my run of the Maah Daah Hey Trail

There were also a few negatives about the pack:

  • Both the bungee and shoulder straps were far too long and would need to be cut back. 
  • The black fabric of the pack seemed to absorb a lot of solar heat and warm the contents, a lighter material would be better.
  • There is no internal storage so there is no location for keys or other small items so these items tended to get lost on the bottom of the pack.  This pouch could be very small and would add minimal to no weight to the pack.
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Now I Know Why it is Called the Badlands

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A little over a year ago I started thinking about what my next non-race long run would be.  Having grown up in North Dakota, when I thought about the Maah Daah Hey Trail (MDH) this seemed like a perfect option.  The MDH Trail is a 97 mile trail connecting the North and South Units of Theodore Roosevelt National Park in the Badlands of North Dakota.  To be able to do a long run in my home state would be great.  The MDH is mostly known for mountain biking and horseback riding, but I figured anything that is good for riding, should be good for running.  When I started researching the MDH in more detail, I found that it had been run once in 2003 by David Holland in 32:53 (at least this was the only documented run of the MDH I could find online).  I also learned from my father-in-law that they were building a MDH Trail Deuce (part 2) which would extend the trail around 40 miles south to Burning Coal Vein Campground.  This kept getting better, now this run could be close to 140 miles (which would be my single longest run ever) and a run that no one had done before.  With further research, the logistics were getting more difficult.  There is no water along the trail, there is water at 4 campgrounds along the way, but these are all 1-3 miles off the trail and running that extra distance was definitely out of the question.  Due to this, I would need to have crew instead of running this self-supported like I did on the Highline Trail in 2010.  Emily said she would gladly crew me and pace me if I wanted.  As I started to map out the route in TOPO!, I was marking crew spots at locations where the trail would cross the road.  There were 9 logical spots for my crew to meet me .  Now the next hurdle, I needed to cross the Little Missouri River at around mile 51.  For crew, the closest bridge across the river was I-94.  This meant in a section where I would run 12 miles, my crew would have an ~100 mile drive with 60 of those miles on rough gravel roads.  This would be a 3-4 hour drive and would mean that my crew could not get to the other side of the river before I would.  My options were to have a 20 mile section without crew or have 2 crews.  Since I was doing the run supported anyway, I saw no reason not to make this as easy on myself as possible.  My crew just grew from Emily to Emily, my parents, and her parents and would require 2 trucks so the crew could split up to cover both sides of the river.  Everyone was on board with this concocted idea and even a little bit excited (I think).  Now the million dollar question – when to do the run.  With North Dakota’s 2 weather seasons (fry and freeze) late spring or early fall would probably be the best weather.  Unfortunately, with Emily’s and my race schedules, my only window was the first week of August (a time when the average daytime temperature is 87F with 20-30% humidity.  This was not good running weather, but I figured I would just spend a lot of time on heat mitigation and not worry about it.

After a few more weeks of mapping and planning and I had a very solid plan for the first 97 miles (original MDH), but since the Deuce was not officially open yet, there was no maps available (including from Don Mayer the president of the Maah Daah Hey Trail Association) who had been helping me with some logistics.  He assured me that when we arrived in Dickinson, he would be able to help me map out that section.  The week before the run, the weather kept getting better and better each day.  The forecast dropped from 88F to 78F as a daytime high, from 70% to 40% humidity, and a good strong NW wind on Monday.  This had my confidence increasing and my fear of the heat (which originally outweighed my fear of the distance) had decreased.  With as much planning completed before leaving for ND as we could do (I estimate I had over 60 hours into mapping, food planning, and general preparations), we packed our bags and were off.

Saturday and Sunday were spent purchasing and organizing food (not only for me, but also for my crew of 5), finalizing the mapping of the Deuce, getting a first run in the heat on humidity (on Saturday), then going out to the trail and scoping out 1 of the difficult stream crossings (the muck was knee deep with waist deep water).  Unfortunately, due to having to scope out this crossing (which I was very glad to have done), it meant I had run 13 miles in the 2 days prior to the race – not exactly the rest I would have hoped for.  By Sunday afternoon, all of the crew was together and were busy all afternoon reviewing maps and crew points, loading crew point waypoints onto GPS units, and reviewing the plans for the following 2 days.  I think my crew was more worried than I was as they were afraid they may miss me somewhere (my response was, ‘well, then I will just see you at the next spot).  I had full confidence in them and wasn’t going to worry about it.

Emily and I pre-running the Theodore Roosevelt National Park South Unit Section of the MDH Trail 1 day prior to the run.

 

Monday morning, we all drove to the MDH trail head at the CCC Campground. I started the run at 8:32AM. 

                                                  

The start

The first crew point was only 5 miles in so I just took 2 hand bottles 2/3 full and 2 gels to keep my load small.  This section went fairly quickly, but I realized in this section that in spite of having only 11,000’ of climbing in the original trail and another 5,600’ in the Deuce (a total elevation change that I felt made this a relatively flat run), this was going to be a hard run.  Due to being an incredibly wet year in ND, the trail was very over grown with switch grass (which has razor sharp blades), sage brush and weeds and there were numerous landslides on the side hills along the trail (I estimate that over the original trail, I crossed at least 2 miles of landslides).  I had a quick crew stop, grabbed the new Mountain Hardware Fluid 6 pack I was testing (it weighs only 8.5oz compared to 11 oz for my Nathan vest) and kept going. 

Running into my first crew stop

The next section was just under 9 miles and took me through the North Unit of Theodore Roosevelt National Park.  This was a challenging section where I lost a shoe twice in knee deep muck and almost stepped on a rattle snake.  At only 14 miles in, I was starting to wonder if this trail had it in for me since each section seemed to be throwing everything it had at me.

Running through the Badlands

The next 10.5 mile section continued to throw it at me.  I blew out the toe box of both shoes (with only 150 total miles on them) and kicked a prickly pear cactus.  It was also by this time that my shins were completely raw from the razor like switch grass blades that completely covered the trail.  I was really starting to contemplate how this run was going to play out.  My legs did not have a lot of energy in them (go figure since I only tapered 1 week and had run 13 miles over the 2 previous days) and I was getting beat up in every section.  How was I going to make it another 115 miles?  I was able to keep my spirits high with the help of my great crew and was able to get in and out of the crew points very quickly while at the same time taking in a lot of calories at each stop.  I knew I had to spend more time focusing on eating if I was going to make it the full 140 miles.  It was after this stop that my crew split up with Emily and her dad picking up Don Mayer and going to the west side of the Little Missouri River; my parents and Emily’s mom meeting me at the next 2 crew stops on the east side. 

Typical badlands terrain

The next 23 miles went much better.  I got off trail for about 20 minutes, but other than that the sections were very runnable and I was feeling good.  It was at one of these crew points where my mom reminded me that I came in and said, “By morning, this could reach the top of my list for bad ideas.”  I reached the half way point in 11:05 which was about 1 hour slower than my goal pace, but I wasn’t too worried about it since the half way point was for the original 97 mile trail and not the full 140 miles.  I had around 90 miles left, I needed to keep a comfortable pace to ensure I had enough left for the last 40 miles.  The last mile approaching the Little Missouri Crossing was tough with head high grass, weeds, and shrubbery.  It was truly a bushwhack.  Emily, Don, and her dad had descended to the river and found the best crossing. This was a huge help as I would have gone straight across the river, but they had found a gravel bar that went at a 45 degree angle up stream that allowed me to cross with only thigh deep water.  We climbed the couple hundred feet out of the river bottom just as it was getting dark and were treated with another great aid station with warm soup and other food from Rod (Emily and I are thrilled at how well both of our parents have picked up on crew duties and are able to do exactly what we need when we come in).  I changed socks as I was having issues with the ball of my left food.  Unfortunately, since my crew had to split up, they made decisions about what gear would go into each vehicle.  I was left with only Wright Socks which I love on dry runs, but with wet feet, they tend to bunch up and cause issues.  This is exactly what happened and this caused me severe issues for the next 50 miles (note: my crew made the right decision about socks as I had 2 dry pair and they were keeping the best pair for late in the run when I would need it most).  I left this crew point with Emily who was going to run the night with me.  As night fell, route finding got more and more challenging.  If we were in the open prairies, we could easily find the trail by looking for the next sign post, but as soon as we dropped into a creek bottom or into the woods, we were quickly off-trail.  I was carrying a Garmin Oregon GPS with a way point every 0.15 to 0.25 miles, but even with this it was very difficult to stay on track.  Over the next 8 miles, Rod (Emily’s dad) and Don met us at numerous road crossings to keep us on track and help find the trail on the other side of the road – this was a huge benefit to keep us moving a a fast pace.  It was the 9 miles between Elkhorn and Road 722 during the night that provided us the most challenges.  Instead of 2.25 hours, this section took almost 5 hours.  We were off track 5 times, once for 20 minutes and another time for 40 minutes as we wandered around in the middle of about 100 head of cattle trying to discern our trail from theirs.  We were happy to finally see the distant truck lights of our crew and they were happy to see our bobbing headlights running across the top of the butte.  This section took a lot out of us (mentally more than physically).  We spent some time ‘regrouping’ at this spot, then off again for a 12.5 miles to Wannagan Camp.  Morning started to break about 90 minutes into this section and with the dawn of a new day, we were able to pick up the pace and finish this section 25 minutes faster than my goal pace. 

Dawn of a new day

At Wannagan I had to spend some time on foot care.  I was down to only 1 pair of dry socks and shoes (I was thankful that at the last minute I brought a third pair of shoes) and if I was going to finish both MDH and the Deuce, I had 60 miles left.  I decided that dry feet were the most important thing at this point and drained a blister, padded it with Mole Skin, taped it up, then I was off.  My dry feet lasted all of 0.5 miles until I had a creek crossing and entered low that was thick with morning dew.  Well, the 7 minutes of dry feet were worth it and regardless, I had on my Dry Max socks which even when wet, are very comfortable.  As I left Wannagan, I started contemplating the next 17 miles to the end of MDH and then the next 40 miles after that.  After 30 minutes of ‘taking stock’, I had made the decision that I was only going to finish the original MDH trail and not start the Deuce.  There were several factors that went into this decision including: I had been running with 1 pain or another since mile 20 and some of these pains were now becoming sharp (I was worried about the potential long term damage), I wanted to ensure I was recovered for Bear 100 in 5 weeks since this was my ‘A’ race for the season, the Deuce had several sections which were not completed yet (this concerned me about how much time I was really willing to spend wandering around lost), the impact of another 11-12 hours on my crew, and the fact that I could finish the first 97 miles strong with a time to be happy with.  The decision was made and if I wasn’t going to run both trails, I was going to finish the first trail as strong as possible and if I pushed hard enough, I may be able to come in under 26 hours.  With 16 miles left, I put the hammer down (which is somewhat relative at mile 85).  I ran this challenging 12 mile section (including a couple of land slides, several climbs, and a waste deep river crossing that had knee deep muck) in 2:40.  At my next crew stop with 5 miles left, I stopped only long enough to grab a hand bottle and kept going (unfortunately, I also dropped my gel bottle at this stop so I had no food for the next hour).  I had spent the last 6 miles deep in the pain cave and I was worried that if I stopped I would not be able to get back in.  The last 5 miles had 2 large climbs, 0.5 miles of beach sand, and a 50M neck deep river crossing. 

Neck deep and half way across the Little Missouri River at mile 101.5.

I was at over 95 miles and running harder than I have ever run at that distance and was feeling great.  My entire crew was at the river crossing 1/4 mile from the final MDH marker post.  My dad had waded/swam across the river finding the best way across, I hit the water running and was quickly neck deep (I had remembered to get my camera out of my pocket, but not so lucky with my iPod or my dad’s GPS).  I got out of the river, ran the last 1/4 mile and finished the MDH in 25:56:00 having run 101.75 miles.  I covered this section is 1:05 having run negative splits for the final 16 miles (compared to the first 16 miles).  I was happy with my finish and sort of happy not to have another 40 miles to run. 

 

                                            The finish marker!!!

Chad’s shriveled feet and Emily fixing her feet at the end.

I will be back to the MDH to complete the entire 140 miles.  There are a few things to do differently. 

  • Run the next 40 miles first to know what to expect. 
  • Ensure the trail conditions are better than they were this year. 
  • Start at midnight and run the first 50 miles on my own with 2 water/food caches and not have crew until I cross the river.  This will allow me to minimize the impact on my crew. 
  • Taper for more than 1 week. 
  • Not run 8 miles the day before I start (I really didn’t have a choice in this as I needed to find a safe river crossing)

Maah Daah Hey Video

Local Dickinson Press article about the run.

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A Tough Day at the Tahoe Rim 100

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I was very excited for Tahoe Rim Trail 100. This is the first year I’m running two 100 mile races and this one is very early for me. Although I spent much of the spring backcountry skiing (due to our Europe trip) I felt very ready for this race. I was also excited for this race since it is the first time that I would have family at one of my races. Ultras have been a big part of my life for many years and I was excited for my parents and my sister to share this with me. My parents traveled from ND, my 6-year old nephew from CO, and my sister traveled from northern Alberta (also leaving her two kids at home with her husband for the weekend).

I started getting a cold on the Monday before the race and could hardly get out of bed. I really focused on getting extra sleep, taking it easy, cold medicine, etc. all week. By Friday I was feeling a lot better.

The start

The TRT 100 started at Spooner Lake at 5 AM. I completed the first 30 miles in 6h 45m, 40 minutes faster than my planned split for that section of the race.

 
  A quick aid at Diamond Peak Aid Station – Mile 30

Leaving Diamond Peak Aid Station

During miles 30-50 I felt my energy decreasing a little and completed 50 miles in 12h 23m and 20 minutes slower than I had hoped. I picked up Chad at mile 50 and we cruised through the next 20 miles making good time.

Running towards sunset around mile 60

The beautiful Tahoe Rim Trail

At approximately mile 70 I had a downward spiral where I started coughing up chunks profusely. I got into the 80 mile AS at 2:47 AM (just 25 minutes past my planned split and almost 23 hours into the race) and really didn’t think I could go on. I sat with the Dr. for over 3 hours. He said I probably had bronchitis and my pulse ox reading was 73 (below 85 is bad). He put me on oxygen for 30 minutes to get my pulse ox up and allow me to sleep. Chad and I talked and he reminded me of what Ken would say – It is better to hurt for a few hours than to hurt for 365 days (to have to come back and redeem myself from a DNF). There were lots of reasons to continue and lots of reasons to stop. I decided that I needed to go the last 20 miles to the finish. At this point I was not only worried about my lungs and coughing but also about my nutrition. I hardly consumed anything from miles 70-80 and only had a few bites in the 3+hours I was at the aid station. I tried to force down some eggs and hot chocolate but couldn’t do it so I decided just to head out.

Not where you want to be at mile 80 (Diamond Peak Aid Station)

A little before 6AM Christopher and I headed up the first 2000 foot hill (1.7m) to determine if I could make it through the rest of the 20 miles. I was feeling OK so we continued on.

Climbing out of Diamond Peak AS determined to suffer on to the end

One of the last snow fields at around mile 93

It was a very difficult 20 miles since I could not breathe, my lungs felt like they were going to burst, and I was coughing horribly. Although I wasn’t able to push very hard, I was definitely in the pain cave. Molly ran with me the last 2 miles and it was wonderful to have her company. I’m not happy about my finishing time (32:05) but I’m definitely glad that I was able to finish.

Molly pacing me in the last 2 miles

The Tahoe race is very beautiful with views of Lake Tahoe and other lakes, gorgeous sunrises and sunsets. The course was in good condition. Many people thought the 10 miles of snow were tough but that part was not difficult for me since I have trained in the snow all spring.

Everyone’s support through this was phenomenal. We knew that lung issues would not be permanently damaging but I was really hurting. It was wonderful having my Mom, Dad, and Molly there to cheer me on and get me through the tough times and Chad and Christopher keeping me company on the trail. As always I had my number one pacer, crew, and best friend that knows me better than anybody to help me throughout the race and to help make the decision to go on which I am extremely grateful for (thank you Chad!).

With perseverance I finished and got my buckle

Two days after the race I was still quite sick – continuously coughing and unable to sleep. I went to the Dr. and he gave me 5 prescriptions and I’m finally feeling a bit better. I have only 5 weeks to be ready for Wasatch 100 which is really my “A” race for the year.

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Redemption at Big Horn

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After last year’s epic Big Horn 100 race (2010 race report), I registered for the 2011 race wanting a good race and to get redemption on my poor 2010 race. Due to the long winter (or great ski season depending on how you look at it), the standard course was impassable and had to be modified. The modifications started the course at the park in Dayton (the normal finish line) instead of 3 miles up the Tongue River road, added a 7 mile out-and-back at Dry Fork (that you did once on the way out and again on the way in), then turned the course around at Spring Marsh instead of going all the way to Porcupine. The short story first – I had a great race finishing in 6th place in a time of 22:47.

And as they say, here’s ‘the rest of the story’. My total training miles for the year were less than 2010 so I was worried about being fully ready for a 100. I had a strong non-running base due to a great ski year having had close to 80 days in including lots of days over 8000’ of climbing, an 11,000’ day and a 13,000’ day. I was also going into this year with a coach (Matt Hart) so even though I didn’t have as solid of a running base, the quality of what I had seemed to be better.

My race plan was simple, run my own race (not get caught up in too fast of a pace during the first 5 miles of gravel road or foolishly chasing early on), feel good for as much of the race as possible, and finish in under 24 hours. Christopher and Emily were along as my crew and pacers. During the drive to Sheridan and the evening before the race, the 3 of us reviewed my race, aid station, and pacer plans. Everything had come together except the weather which was a little bit questionable (cool, cloudy, and rainy for the entire race). The 2 nights prior to the race, I got better sleep than usual so when race morning came, I felt ready. Big Horn had a 10AM start this year (it is usually 11AM) so we were able to have a relaxing morning and not have to get up in the middle of the night and rush to a starting line.

The race started fast with a couple of groups taking off running sub 7 minute miles. I stayed back with the third group and we ran a fast, but comfortable pace covering the first 5 miles in 38 minutes. At mile 5 you start climbing and mostly climb for the next 12 miles to Dry Fork Aid Station. I was happy with my time into Dry Fork covering this section in around 2:40. Coming through Dry Fork was a huge confidence booster as we had a perfect crew stop (see it in the video below). I slowed down to a 10 min/mile pace, handed Emily my waste pack while she handed me a hand bottle, 100’ later Christopher handed me an Ensure and I never had to slow down or break stride. At this point, I was running in 9th or 10th place with Emily Judd. It was good to have company and Emily Judd and I continued to push each other for the next 40 miles.  Emily  would go on to win the women’s race and become on the second woman to finish Big Horn 100 in under 24 hours.

The 7.5 mile out-and-back section went quickly (84 minutes) and we had another very fast pit stop where I picked up my waste pack and food for the next 17.5 miles. They always say never try new things on race day, but having not had a lot of long training runs this year, that wasn’t an option so I left Dry Fork with 2 turkey/avocado sliders (1/4 of an avocado wrapped in a slice of turkey) hoping these would be a good source of ‘real’ food for the race. They turned out to work out well for me. Emily Judd and I settled into this section at a comfortable pace pushing hard and catching a few people at the same time. We rolled into Footbridge at mile 41 at 5:15PM a full 45 minutes ahead of my 23:30 split time. I was not expecting my crew to be here, but thankfully they were. They had everything organized and got me out of the aid station in just a couple of minutes.

Leaving Footbridge, Emily J and I were running with Mike Farris. We made the 3,300’, 9.5 mile climb in 2:30. At the turn around (mile 50.3), I was now running in 7th. I was now updating my race goal to finish in the top 8 and if possible under 23 hours.  This was maybe a little premature at only mile 50, but it kept me motivated. I was hoping to make good time back to Footbridge, but due to the rocky and technical trail and my extremely poor headlamp, my return took me 2:10 so I had lost some valuable time. My second time at Footbridge (mile 60) was another quick stop, I sat down for 2 minutes (the first and only time I had sat the entire race) to eat, then headed out with my top pacer (my wife Emily) and BD Z-poles. The 3.5 mile, 2,000’ climb out of Footbridge is steep and muddy, but we made really good time getting to the Bear Camp aid station in just over 1 hour.

So far the weather had been very good. There was a strong headwind for quite a while during the day, but the rain held off and the temperatures remained comfortable. As morning came, it started to get cold. I was able to get by with just shorts, shirt, arm warmers, long sleeved shirt, hat and gloves. Definitely better than lots of years when you have pants plus a jacket on.

Emily B continued to push me hard (making me even run the hills) the rest of the way to Dry Fork and we made the entire 16.5 mile section in around 4.5 hours. We spent just a couple minutes at the aid station quickly drinking a cup of warm soup, then headed to the 7 mile out and back section. We were now past mile 76 and I was starting to feel poorly for the first time. I was hungry, but really couldn’t eat, and starting to get a pretty upset stomach. We pushed through and made this loop in 1:45. Back at the aid station, I took the longest break of the race (about 5 minutes) and quickly had some oatmeal and coffee that Christopher had ready. This was another case where my crew came through for me. I needed real food, but didn’t have anything planned and Christopher just knew that these 2 things would taste good and get me the calories and energy I needed – he was right.

Christopher took over for Emily and he had his work cut out for him. It was just after 5AM and we had a little over 17 miles and under 4 hours to do it in. This would be easy if it wasn’t mile 83, I wasn’t tired, and the terrain was flat, but none of this was the case. Christopher and I were making good time until after Sheep Creek when we hit the steep descents. My knees were shot. It was all I could do to hobble down the steep hills and we continued to lose valuable time. As the descents eased up, I was able to pick up the pace and due to not being able to move quickly on the steep descents, we had to move all the faster on the gradual descents and climbs. In the last 9 miles, we were regularly pushing sub 8 minute miles and averaged just over 10 minute miles for the final 12 miles. We reached the Tongue River Road with 5 miles to go and 50 minutes to do it in (this would give us an 8 minute buffer for any amount that our watches or mileage estimate were off). Christopher pushed me to the edge and kept me there for this entire 5 miles and we came through the finish line at 8:48AM covering the 5 miles in 46 minutes.  My finish time was 22:47 total time.

All I can really say is that I had a great race and I could not have done it if it weren’t for my extremely organized crew that kept my total aid station time to less than 15 minutes for the entire race, my pacers for pushing me harder than I could have pushed myself, and Matt for forcing me to do speed work (this was definitely noticeable on several occasions in the last 40 miles). From a personal perspective, I was mentally and physically ready for the race and when I realized what I could do, I was willing to go deeper into the pain cave than I had been before (this confirmed that the demons only get worse the further in you go). There were some new things that worked well for me in the race including the turkey/avocado sliders (thanks Matt), tapioca pudding (thanks Roch), Black Diamond Z-poles, CEP compression calf sleeves, and a Nathan Krissy pack (kept the weight off my waist late in the race).

In the end, I had a very successful race. I had my fastest 100 mile finish by 1.5 hours, my first sub 24 hour finish, my best 100 mile finish (6th place), I placed third I my age group, and I made the Big Horn 100 Rusty Spur Club (for finishing under 24 hours).

 
 

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Running in Costa Brava Spain

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We are blogging in random order from the 3 weeks we just spend in Europe.  Our next posting will cover the fantastic skiing in the Bernese Oberland (Switzerland) and La Grave (France) as well as time on the Mediterranean cost of France and Spain.  During the last week of our trip we were contemplating how we would put together a 20-30 mile training run.  We only had a single hand bottle for water so we assumed we would end up doing a 6-9 mile loop several times.  We also did not have a real ‘plan’ of where we were going other than we needed to be in Barcelona by the end of the week.  We were not having much luck with Google searches about trail running on the Mediterranean cost of France.  When we change our search to Spain, we had a great hit on Bryon Powell’s ‘irunfar’ website.  He had some great information about running in Spain, but even better, one of the responses was asking about a company called Running Costa Brava  located in Girona, Spain.  This was exactly the area we were headed to, now we were on to something.  Reading their website, it sounded perfect, they plan the route, either guide you or provide you a GPS, meet you with water and food every 8-12Km, organize the lodging, and transport your luggage. The problem, it was Sunday night and we were hoping to do a run on Tuesday.  Taking a chance, we sent them an email and within a couple of hours, Cristina had emailed us back.  She said they would see what they would do about putting something together on short notice and that it would be one of the longest runs they had put together with such little notice. By Monday mid-morning, we had another email with details of lodging in Girona, a 40km route (it later turned into 50km), lodging in Cadeques where we would finish, and a very reasonable price.  At this time, we were in Cap d’Agde, France and had a 2 hour drive to Narbonne, then a 3-4 hour train ride to Girona, we quickly confirmed we could get to Girona Monday night and booked everything with Cristina.  We had several bumps getting to Girona with a 50 minute train delay which we assumed meant we would miss our connecting train in Figueres.  We were scrambling to come up with backup plans for lodging in Figueres and leaving from there instead of Girona, but luckily, the connecting train waited and we made it to Girona.  After an ~3km walk in the dark from the train station (with all of our luggage including skis) we finally found our hotel for the night and finally settled in just before midnight.  Not exactly the hectic late night you want before a 50 km run.

Pablo (Cristina’s husband) picked us up on Tuesday morning and we drove about 1 hour to where we would start near Portbou.  Pablo showed us the route on the mapping program on his laptop, provided us with a Garmin Oregon 450 GPS with the route loaded, and we were off.  The route they had planned was a fantastic mix of beaches, mountains, ancient ruins, and coastal towns.  From Portbou, we followed the coast to Llanca where Pablo met us with water. 

 

From Llanca we had a great climb up to Monestir St Pere the Rhodes.  We followed the ancient trails up to this monastery that was built in the 9th century.  Pablo again met us a couple of times on this leg.  We quickly toured the monastery and then were off again. 

 

From Monestir St Pere the Rhodes we descended to the village of Veredera Costel, then on to Port de la Selva.  It was in Port de la Selva that we decided to add a few kilometers to our run.  We had missed Pablo and therefore our water stop so after we climb up out of Port de la Selva, we ran back down to town to fill up water and buy a croissant.  We were pretty sure we knew where the next meeting spot was, but if we missed Pablo there, we were definitely a little concerned about heading out for 15 miles with 40 oz of water and 1 Gu between the 2 of us.  If things didn’t go well, this could get challenging to do 15 miles on 50 calories.  Luckily, we were able to get in contact with Pablo and he ran in and met us with water as we ran from Port del le Selva through Natural Parc of Cap de Creus.  We filled with water, then ran with Pablo to his car parked !10 km on the other side of the park.  We took a break here for a while and refueled (we had run 22 miles in just under 5 hours and had only eaten 450 calories each).  From the edge of the park, we followed the road back down to the coast, past a fantastic light house, then down ancient trails to Port Lligat and finally to Cadeques.  By the time we reach Cadeques, my Forerunner was reading 29.5 miles (and I had accidentally shut the watch off for around 10 minutes).  Cadeques was a beautiful coastal village that was a perfect way to end the run and relax for the rest of the day and the following morning before catching a bus back to Girona.

This was the first time we had done a ‘catered’ run like this and it was fantastic.  Neither of us could imagine a better way to see the area.  It was great to not have to worry about planning a route, navigating it, figuring out where to restock water and food, and how to get our bags to the finish.  Cristina and Pablo took care of all of this.  We will definitely be planning more catered runs on future trips.

Here is a video with some fantastic photos from the run.

 

Here is a link to our course plotted from my Garmin Forerunner.  You can check out the elevation, terrain, and it also has a player that will play the route on the map while following along on the pace and elevation charts (it’s pretty cool).

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Another Successful Powder Keg

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We survived another Powder Keg.  March 12 marked the 9th Annual Wasatch Powder Keg and our third Powder Keg as race directors.  Each year certain aspects of being a race director get easier and new surprises arise.  We  are lucky to have a fantastic host resort (Brighton) as well as close to 50 dedicated volunteers who show up at Brighton at 5:30 AM and spend up to 5 hours out on the mountain.  This  year marked the largest race to date with 141 registered racers.  I believe this makes the Powder Keg the largest ski mountaineering race in the US as well as the second oldest race.   Even more exciting was the exceptional talent at this years race.  We had some extremely fast people from Wyoming, Idaho, Utah, California and Colorado race.  It was exciting to get the check point reports at the fast times racers were coming through.  We had a busy finish line area this year with multiple sponsors, 3 groups promoting avalanche education and safety equipment, and a avalanche beacon search park.  We were excited to have so much going on as it helps make the Powder Keg an event rather than just a race.  Also exciting was the number of spectators.  Previous years have seen only a few spectators, but this year the finish area was full of people.  We hope that the popularity of this will bring more people out next year.

Race results are posted on the Powder Keg website.  Here are our overall division winners:

Division Racer Time
Men’s AT Race Luke Nelson 2:06:45
Women’s AT Race Michela Adiran 2:56:02
Men’s Tele Race Christopher Pond 2:47:30
Women’s Tele Race Sarah Jackson 3:10:06
Men’s AT Rec Nicholas Francis 1:50:13
Women’s AT Rec Anne Perry 1:59:41
Men’s Tele Rec Daichi Ito 2:01:40
Women’s Tele Rec Anna Knudsen 2:43:20
Men’s Splitboard Rec Tom Bender 1:52:33
Women’s Splitboard Rec Melissa Axen 2:45:03

We have a couple of great videos from Jim Hopkins and PCTV as well as lots of photos on the Wasatch Powder Keg Facebook page and our home page.

Thanks to all of our volunteers and sponsors and congratulations to all of our racers.