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WHAT IS ADVENTURE RACING?

WHAT IS ADVENTURE RACING?

Adventure racing is an endurance sport which involves travel on foot (trekking or running), mountain bike and by water (canoe, kayak, raft, occasionally swimming).

What differentiates AR from other racing sports is the inclusion of wilderness navigation using a map, compass and common sense. There is no set race course; participants must find their own route from one checkpoint to the next. The checkpoints (CPs) are marked on maps which the racers receive shortly prior to or at the start of the race. AR also differs from other sports in that racers are part of a team of 2-4 people who travel together the entire time.

The races can last from several hours to many days and are unsupported, for the most part, which means that the racers carry what they will need (food, water, gear) in backpacks for the duration of the race.

To succeed, racers will need athletic endurance, navigation skills, mental toughness, good pre-race planning, strategic decision making as well as a strong and supportive "team" mentality.

Sound intimidating? While it's true that longer races can test even the toughest outdoor athletes, AR is a very open and inclusive sport. Beginning racers will feel welcome at nearly every event. Most races are organized so that anyone at any level of experience and fitness can participate.

Saturday, October 7, 2023

USARA National Championship, 9/15/2023, Jeffersonville, VT

When we got word last year that USARA Nationals were nearby this year, we knew we had to get there somehow. The race was being held in the gorgeous northern Green Mountains of Vermont and organized by our long time friends Green Mountain Adventure Racing Association (GMARA). The open registration portion of the race sold out almost immediately, but we were thankfully able to wriggle our way in off of the waitlist, after a few tense weeks of waiting.

The race was based out of Smugglers' Notch Ski Resort, which is where we would be finishing. We spent the night before the race there, after dropping off our bikes and getting some rudimentary instructions for the next morning (we would be getting up at 4:30 AM so that we could be bussed to the unknown start location)

After getting our gear in order, we turned in for a night of truncated sleep and were boarded on the buses by 7:00.  We had gotten the maps at 5:30, so we now had a good idea of what the next 30 hours were going to look like. We were told that it was a BIG course with LOTS of elevation and to choose wisely how much of the course we were going to take on, so that we did not risk missing a mid-race time cutoff or finishing over time (3:00 PM tomorrow).



We hopped off the buses onto an old logging road with a charismatic red sugar shack, a bit south of the town of Hardwick. Here we would begin the first leg of the race: an off-trail orienteering loop to find 10 checkpoints (CPs) in the surrounding woods.

After a sweet Rib Mtn. rendition of the Star Spangled Banner, we were off, trotting down a short stretch of dirt road before disappearing into the thick woods. We spent the next 3 hours or so finding these points while ascending, descending and getting a bit wet. The navigation here was fairly straightforward. We found them all without major issue. We lost a couple minutes finding the correct logging trail at CP9 and we should have grabbed CP5 on the way to CP2 (instead of after). CP10, which we initially whiffed on (that's a knoll?) was an easy grab on the way back to where we began, and where our bikes awaited us.




We spent the next 3 hours riding on smooth pavement, smooth dirt, un-smooth dirt and some really rough stuff which was beyond anyone's ability or desire to ride - necessitating a lengthy hike-a-bike or two. There was lots of mud too. After this, we cruised on roads toward the canoe put-in on the Lamoille River. We stopped at a convenience store along the way for some drinks and shared a ham & swiss sub.

At the canoe put-in, we had access to our staged gear/supplies. This included an improvised middle seat (short milk crate plus Crazy Creek seat) that we squeezed into our little 2-man canoe, along with 3 backpacks and our bulky paddle bag. We had to tote all of this during a 1/2 km portage to get to the put-in from the TA and there were 2 other lengthy portages downriver. Luckily, the race organizers let us know this (a week) before the race, so we were able to source a small set of portage wheels. This meant that we did not have to laboriously heft all this stuff, but rather roll it along the roads. We still had to to maneuver rough trails by hand, but having the portage wheels really eased things. At the beginning of the second portage, we had to lift the canoe up an 8 foot bank to reach the road. Nick and I carried some stuff up first and turned around to see Rob, in beast mode, singlehandedly throwing the boat atop the slope. 

We covered about 25 miles on the river, including two portages (around rapids). This took approximately 5 hours. For us, paddling tends to gets pretty old after the 3-hour mark. This was no exception but there was a lot to like about the leg - a nice, flowing, winding river with some interesting turns and light rapids, good temperatures and pretty nice scenery. The sun set about 30 minutes before we exited the river and so we paddled the last, seemingly never-ending, portion in increasing darkness.

We got to the TA and we were very cold and wet, especially Nick, and quickly put on as many dry layers as we had prior to eating and packing up food and and water (this was the last time we would have access to our gear). Rick of team Chaos Required made our day by dropping off some leftover warm jalapeno poppers and chicken tenders (from a nearby store, which we would soon also visit for coffee and food).

A lot of teams came off the river right after us, but, despite a fairly long TA and visit to the store, we left the TA ahead of them, riding on some river trails and up a hill toward a trail system where we'd find the next 2 CPs. About halfway up this hill, we hear Nick yell an expletive. That rarely means anything good.

"I left the tracker at the TA." 

Since the tracker is mandatory gear, we definitely had to turn around and fetch it. Nick felt bad about this, obviously, but it could have easily been any one of us. I've forgotten my camera on my PFD at the end of many a paddle section. I forgot to even bring it to this race at all (hence the dearth of photos).

Ultimately, it took less than 30 minutes to get back to where we had been when we turned around. But...as I noted above, there was a big pack of teams right behind us. They all passed us as we were riding back to the TA, which was definitely frustrating.

We re-climbed the hill and headed into the trail system which held the next 2 CPs. There were a lot of teams here sliding around on the peanut-buttery wet trails. One funny moment occurred when I hadn't noticed Nick punching a trailside CP and Rob was confused why, afterward, I kept directing us back toward it rather than onward to the next target.

We soon descended onto the singletrack Brewer trail, which roughly paralleled the Brewster River, leading us back toward Smuggler's Notch resort. This part was...interesting. It consisted of fairly flat and rideable trails interrupted by ridiculously steep and unwieldy hike-a-bike sections which crossed river tributaries/reentrants. Consequently these trails were pretty slow going, but we passed through them and found the needed connections and CPs without much issue. We then emerged onto paved road (briefly) before returning to dirt trails on the wide bike/hike trails of Smuggler's Notch Resort. Here, we navigated accurately to 4 of the 6 available CPs, which were located on doubletrack and singletrack. We spent much of the time here riding near or with team Electric Mayhem. 

Here we decided, for the first time in the race, to skip some checkpoints - there were 2 more distant CPs which would require additional ascending. We had had some delays and there was plenty of race to bite off, as needed, in subsequent stages.  

Next we sped downhill out of the resort toward our next target. We had covered about 17 miles on this leg, mostly on trails. It was a little after midnight. Our next job was to bike up toward the lofty heights of Smugglers' Notch toward the next TA, which was about 1/3 of the way up the climb.

During the climb, I was closely watching the map, the terrain and my compass. The TA was not on the road and I was worried it might not be obvious from the road. We were following Electric Mayhem up the climb and Nick had started to gap us all, cruising up the hill with his excellent bike strength. We passed a few side roads which seemed like they could lead to the TA, but I wasn't 100% sure. Electric Mayhem was just cruising along like we weren't anywhere close. Very soon after, the road changed direction and then I was convinced that we had passed the turnoff. I stopped and expressed my concerns to the other team and Rob but by this point Nick had blithely ridden ahead out of eyeshot and earshot. I rode up the road aways but still no sign of Nick, so I went back to where the others were waiting and we sat there, chilling on the roadside for 10 minutes or so, until Nick returned to us and we could backtrack to the TA.

Here, at TA 4, we had a lovely surprise - pancakes, sausage and maple syrup shooters, courtesy of the VT Board of Tourism. These were delicious and definitely bumped the team morale up a couple notches. This TA was manned (is "personed" more inclusive?) by veteran AR volunteer couple Scott and Marlana, with whom I had spent several volunteer days during Untamed NE 2014, with my son Reed. We had seen them countless times since, volunteering at various races throughout the Northeast.

Here we got ready for a night trekking leg. There were 8 possible CPs here. We hatched a conservative plan of only getting 3 of them. The thinking was that we were not going to come close to clearing this epic course and that we should focus on making all the time cutoffs. From what we had learned, the final trek leg was really big and we could use that to burn through any excess time which we had, after skipping these points. Off-trail trekking at night (i.e., here) is not typically where one can accumulate a bunch of easy CPs in a short period of time.

We found our 3 flags without much delay here. We (like a lot of teams I saw) went down a too-early reentrant to get to CP33 but we quickly corrected. We scooped up the next 2 without issue and then attempted to beeline uphill back to the TA. I led us a little off-target (too far left) which cost a couple minutes. We were trekking with the Nicki-led Rootstock team here.

Now it was back on bikes to climb over the notch, followed by a lengthy road descent in the wee hours of the AM to reach TA 6.  This was a trekking leg with 9 available CPs mapped on 3 maps of 3 CPs each. The wrinkle here was that you could split the team up and work simultaneously - a potentially big time saver. The CPs here were also fairly close together - a good chance to scoop up some easier points.

We each grabbed a map and set off. My intent was to grab the most difficult map but, in retrospect, it was not. I was back in just under an hour. Rob returned after another 20 mins and Nick after another 20 mins. One of Nick's target CPs (C3) had given him some trouble. I grabbed his map to run off and find it quickly while he transitioned, but, attacking from the main trail, the terrain did not line up at all with the map. I was almost immediately lost and decided to just return to the TA emptyhanded, after wasting 20 minutes. Despite this minor setback, we had gained 8 CPs in about 2 hours - not bad.

As we headed back onto the local roads on bike, the sun was finally starting to brighten the eastern sky. This is always a welcome change in an overnight race, nudging your brain into a happier, more alert place. The next, penultimate leg was a long bike leg. There was an embedded optional trail section with a couple CPs which involved a lot of climbing and trails of unknown quality. We had already elected to bypass this and focus on getting to big final trek. So, we rode the scenic, hilly backroads of VT for the next 2 to 2.5 hours, slowly covering about 16 miles. I love AR sections where you can bike-tour the area on rural roads. They are typically comfortable and low-stress, compared to, say, trying to navigate off-trail in the dark.



We rolled into the final TA right at the 24-hour mark - 9:00 AM. This gave us 6 hours to complete the final trek - a big, off-trail hike over a ridge of the Green Mountains which would lead us to the finish line, back at Smugglers' Notch Resort. At this point, our friend and race maestro Chris Yager gave us the advice that we should probably focus on getting the 3 mandatory CPs for the leg, and not so much on the optionals, as time was starting to run a little short. He also reiterated that, as a local team, we needed to "Represent!" 

With this in mind, I hatched a route plan to reach the first CP (nearby) and subsequently to surmount the ridge and approach the 2 other mandatory CPs near the top. We would pass near some optionals along the way, and so we hoped to grab those, if we could without spending too much extra time.

After the short on-trail section to the first mandatory CP, we were off into the woods again. We would parallel a deep gorge uphill, reach a predetermined elevation and then strike due north, over a small saddle. This all went according to plan. It was tough climb at times but we made steady progress. At the top of the saddle we made a short brushy side jaunt to get optional CP40. This was followed by a brushy descent, which soon flattened out into brushy level ground. We would pass close to optional CP44, so we were keeping an eye out for the small stream it would be on; we found this without too much trouble. 

We were feeling really good at this point - we had found the first mandatory CP and scored 2 optionals  and we had only used up 2 of our 6 hours. We were nearing the top of the ridge and still had 4 hours left to get to finish line - solid.

We continued on our compass bearing to where the Long Trail traversed a soft ridge and where we would find the next 2 CPs - both mandatory. It took a lot longer to hit the trail than I was expecting and I was also distractedly inspecting the terrain a lot in case we stumbled across the "reentrant" which held our next target. When we finally hit the trail, therefore, I hadn't been rigorously keeping us on our bearing. We also hadn't passed the flag or any nearby teams. The terrain at the top was lumpy and didn't have any obvious features. There were also reentrants everywhere, which made the clue for this CP (47) fairly useless. We were also not allowed to hike along the trail for any significant distance.

We began to poke around in various reentrants south of the trail, finding no flag and also no evidence of recent foot traffic. Most of the teams were ahead of us on the course and this was a mandatory CP - the ground should be well-trodden around it. Eventually we ran into team BRF Barf here, who had also been looking for a while, with no success.

This went on for a disconcerting amount of time. We were stuck between a rock and a hard place; this was a mandatory CP (we would be "unofficial" if we didn't find it) but, on the other hand, the race time clock was ticking away - we definitely didn't want to go overtime futilely searching for the CP.

After about 50 minutes and no good leads, we had arrived at the conclusion that we needed to move on and hustle to the finish without having found this CP. Before we departed I decided to pay closer attention to the terrain on both sides of the trail one more time, to try to see if I could figure out where we were. Wondrously, the terrain started to line up fairly convincingly with the map, and suggested that we needed to look further east for the flag. While approaching it, we saw another team for the first time in a while, who confirmed that it was indeed right here. Whew! - A huge relief. We had burned over an hour on one CP, but if we could still get to finish line on time, we'd be good.

The next CP was close by and was an easy find (once you had found CP47). Now we had only 2 hours to cover the remainder of the course - about 5km (3mi). It seemed doable...until we started doing it. After CP48, the vegetation took a real turn for the worse - very slow and brushy with very little open terrain. The primary culprit was an old friend from many Vermont races - hobblebush. This member of the witch hazel family grows from about knee-high to shoulder-high and, at its worst, creates dense thickets of grabby, intertwined branches. This was the worst of it that I had seen. As we contoured along (bypassing a hilltop optional CP) west toward the finish, we were nearly constantly fighting through some level of hobblebush thicket. This plus the uneven terrain was really slowing our progress. I knew that we were averaging less than 2 mph - not necessarily fast enough to finish on time. 


As we continued grinding (now uphill) through this slow terrain, I was keeping an eye on the map and realized that we were pointing ourselves directly at an optional CP (50). While our focus at this point was simply finishing on time, we would certainly not pass up a free CP along the way. After a quick punch of this knoll-top CP, we reassessed. We were on track and knew exactly where we were (thanks to the fortuitous CP) but we had averaged just over 1 mph to get here - there were 2 miles left to cover and only 68 minutes of race clock left.

We quickly pointed ourselves downhill, continuing west, and discovered that, miraculously, the hobblebush and all other significant underbrush had virtually disappeared! We began eagerly running downhill though the open woods. I kept expecting the underbrush to reappear, but after several more minutes of running downhill, it hadn't. I knew now that we would make it.

As a bonus, as we were zooming west through the woods, there was a flag just ahead of us to the left (CP52). Another lucky score! We encountered team Strong Machine in the woods here, briefly, and continued west until we started to hit the resort trails, on which we trotted easily downhill to cover the last mile. 

Because of the unexpected massive improvement in ground speed, we actually hit the finish line with 25 minutes to spare. In retrospect, we could have gone after another CP or two (as Strong Machine had, we found out later) but after stressing so hard about just finishing on time for the last 3 hours, the thought never crossed our minds.

At the finish line, we were greeted by the GMARA crew and volunteers, feeling fulfilled with our race and so pleased to sit down with a beer for a minute and take our shoes off. We chatted with the other teams about their races and enjoyed not racing. We then headed inside for a satisfying meal and the awards announcements. Amazingly, 3 teams had cleared the entire course. We ended up 28th out of 60 teams - a satisfactory result. In all, we covered about 110 miles and climbed nearly 14000 ft, over 30 hours of racing.

The competition at this race was really stiff - definitely the toughest field of participants we had encountered. There were many teams who regularly win 24-hour races who finished well off the podium. The mid-pack was also stacked with quality teams young and old. It was nice to see so many women at the race - definitely a rising demographic in AR thanks to the inclusive efforts of many race directors and officials.

This was a really tough, big course. Three off-trail treks, including the epic finale, a sizeable physical paddle, and the punishing bike terrain really combined to make a wonderful beast of a proving ground for all of us - perfect for a national championship. Hats off to GMARA and USARA for making it happen.

All race photos courtesy of USARA.





Tuesday, August 22, 2023

NYARA The Longest Day, Warren, PA, 8/12/23

 With Reed being a busy guy this summer, working and becoming Wilderness EMT-certified, this event was our only chance to race together this summer. So, we undertook the 9-hour drive to the western PA/NY border to brave The Longest Day. This would be my 6th The Longest Day and Reed's second.

This year, we were based out of Warren, PA, nicely situated in the northern Allegheny mountains. We checked in, got our maps, turned in our bikes, gear bin and paddle bag and then headed out to Bent Run Brewery for a couple hours of eating and route planning while enjoying the nice outdoor brewery atmosphere in (for now) nice summer evening weather.

The race start was early. We would have a pre-race meeting and board buses at 5:00 AM. Like most racers (and race staff) that I spoke to, this meant that the night before this 26-hour race promised little quality sleep. For me, it's tough to sleep after having seen the race maps/route. My brain wants to keep returning to strategic minutia instead of staying asleep. 

We were, uncharacteristically, able to each grab a little nap on the (school) bus, which is notoriously difficult. Then we unloaded at Holiday Valley ski area in Ellitcottville, PA for the race start. We began at 7:15 AM and would finish no later than 9:00 AM the next day. The first (prologue) stage was to hike to the top of the ski area, on ski slopes and trails, while grabbing 2 CPs and gaining 650 ft. No major nav here. There was the usual thing of many teams starting at an unsustainable initial pace (jogging uphill); we were happy to slide to the back of the pack and "race our race". We made the unpopular decision do do this 2.25 mile trek in our bike shoes. We both have comfy hikeable bike shoes and, by doing this, we wouldn't have to carry wet damp trek shoes for the next bike leg (up to 40 miles). We did not see any other team adopting this strategy but felt that we had made the right decision.

At the TA, we quickly switched to bike mode (just put the maps on the bike board and donned helmets) and set off onto the first, and longest, bike leg on the trails and forest roads at the top of the ski area. I immediately made a slight but highly consequential nav error and started off on what seemed to the right road, heading in the right direction, but quickly things were not lining up on the map and we consequently spent the next 40 minutes riding around trying to find out where we were. Once we were "found" again, we were able to start finding the trail CPs. We found one after some nice flowy trail riding and headed to the next. On the way, I had an abrupt crash on the classic front-tire-on-wet-diagonal-root, which immediately slammed me to the ground. No worse for the wear, we continued on to our next target. Here, I left the trail too early and sent us on foot, without the map (total rookie move) to a local high point where I expected to find the CP. After not finding it, I directed us back to the approximate location where we had left our bikes and eventually hit a trail, which I misidentified and sent us on a rambling 45 minute trail trek to eventually find our bikes and, shortly thereafter, the CP we were aiming for an hour earlier. Gah.

After this ignominious start, I directed us, more accurately on the trails to find the next 4 CPs without issue. The trails thus far had been pretty fun, smooth and flowy, but soon, continuing down Porcupine trail, they became more bony and with many sections which were best hike-a-biked. At the end of Porcupine, we were face with a big uphill hike-a-bike section on "Growler", part of which we had to reclimb because of bad Dad nav. That's when I heard a call from Reed, behind me "Dad! my pedal fell off!" Hmm. Okay, no worries, we'll just screw it back tight onto the crank arm, right? Examining Reed's bike, however, we found that the clip-in part of the pedal had fallen off of the axle, spewing grease and ball bearings onto the ground - not a field repair. By loosely sticking the pedal back onto the axle, however, we could continue. In fact, we were able to get 4 more CPs in this manner - riding slowly and having to put Reed's pedal back on every few minutes. We switched pedals after a while so that I could take a turn with the bad bike but, by this point, the pedal had tightly seized onto the axle and no longer spun. This seemed workable at first but we soon discovered that, with the pedal rigid, it unscrewed from the crank with every bit of downward pressure. So, the entire pedal was falling off the bike every minute or so. We then hiked to the last optional CP of the section with the knowledge that there was no feasible strategy to complete this leg, which included 20 more miles of riding.

Mid-race, a good time to work on your single-leg pedaling drills.

As luck would have it, we were above 2000ft at this point and therefore had enough cell reception to call race HQ and report our misfortune. Vice race director Aaron was able to come and pick us us, transport us to the next CP, and also loan us a pedal. This way we could continue through the race and experience nearly the whole course. Having skipped about 20 miles of this bike leg, however, we were an "unofficial" team and would be racing solely for "fun".

Arriving at TA2 by car, we quickly installed the loaner pedal and got ready to paddle on the scenic Allegheny Reservoir. The first part of this was quite pleasant - partly cloudy and nice to be seated in a canoe. During the last 2/3 of this leg however, we observed storm clouds approaching and soon found ourselves in monsoon-like downpours and accompanying high winds. The former were more of a nuisance but the wind raised a substantial chop on the water, eventually enough so that little waves would break over the bow and dump a little water into the boat. It was also, of course, a headwind, which slowed progress immensely. Many teams pulled their boats off the water to wait out the storm but we just plodded along, weathering 2 separate downpours. At one of the CPs, we stopped on shore to dump several gallons of water of water out of the boat. The last raging downpour coincided with our arrival at the takeout (TA3), so we had to transition in the rain - never a joy. In all we paddled 8 miles on this leg, picking up 2 of the 3 available CPs. 

Mid-downpour, pre-waves

This TA (paddle -> trek) was our last chance to see our gear, so we loaded up food to last the rest of the race and refilled our water reservoirs. As we left the TA, the rain was basically finished. We walked on the road for a few minutes and then on a trail and then headed off-trail. 
Skies clearing (temporarily) leaving TA3

We had made a conservative decision to go for only 2 optional CPs on the leg, which were more-or-less on the way to the mandatory CP for this leg. This was a cool area for off trail exploration, but, unless you were a team planning on clearing the course, it was not an efficient place to spend time because the CPs were few and far between. Other legs of the race featured more densely-placed CPs, and so, if you wanted the most payoff for your time, this was not the place, sadly. Navigating to our first CP, we had some difficulty, as my compass bearing and my intuition were in conflict with one another. We were climbing too slowly and walking too far but I kept telling myself "trust the compass". Well, eventually it became obvious that trusting the compass was leading us astray and, after a few minutes of map scrutiny, we discovered that we had overshot the CP by quite a distance. After correcting, we found the terrain to match up nicely with the map and after 30 minutes of bonus bushwhacking, we were at the CP. From here it was not too difficult to find the next CP, before eventually reaching some trail, on which we would spend the rest of the leg. Anytime you're off trail in the PA/NY area, you worry about encountering vast evil stands of mountain laurel but we found none here. The forest was pretty open and although brushy saplings and deadfall slowed you a bit, there was no thorny or stiff underbrush. We enjoyed the off-trail travel. The trail hiking was straightforward - just keep trudging. A soaking downpour arrived and continued for 30 mins or so, further muddying the trail and generally adding to the sloggy-soggy vibe of the final trek. We covered almost 10 miles here and picked up 3 total CPs before arriving at TA4 around midnight.

At the TA we were in for a real treat - the RDs and volunteers had set up an awesome rest stop inside the back of a rental truck. We we could sit (ahhhh) out of the rain (ahhh) and enjoy a fresh hot snack of taco toppings spooned into a Fritos bag (ahh yeah). It was a unexpected moment of comfort and a serious morale boost.

Soon enough, we had finished our snack, transitioned, and it was time head back out into the wet night for some more AR. The first part of this would be a speedy descent on road, so we clothed our wet bodies as best as we could (i.e., put on a windbreaker) and headed down. After a few miles of this, we reached a section which RD John Courain warned us pre-race "sucks so bad". This consisted of a rudimentary skinny trail through chest high weeds/bushes in muddy terrain which went on for about 1.5 miles. At this point, the RDs had placed pink flagging tape to show us the "best" way through this tangle. This was monumentally helpful. After following several sets of flagging, we were led to a low-elevation CP.  After this, the flagging stopped and our job was to steeply gain 600 feet elevation in a roughly southern direction and hope to find one of the hilltop roads which were on the map. There were some historic trails/roads? marked on the map that could theoretically be used to get there but it was difficult to match the overgrown terrain with anything that could be considered a "road/trail". Luckily there were tracks ahead of us through the weeds - either made by teams ahead of us or the RDs. These roughly followed what seemed to be an old road grade, which was somewhat encouraging. There was really no option other than following these tracks at this point. The main issue, however, was not the blind navigation (which was quite concerning) but that the steepness of the terrain necessitated a wet hike-a-bike for the entire duration. Even when the terrain flattened out enough to possibly ride, there were enough fallen trees to prevent it. This sweaty uphill slog took a full hour, while only covering a little more than a mile of horizontal distance.

At the end, the trail finally flattened out for good on a recognizable plateau feature, but by this point we had lost our enthusiasm for this race. There were several teams together at this point and we worked together to figure out how to complete the final connection to the road system that lie ahead. This was thankfully downhill and we soon punched into an odd labyrinthine forest road system.

Almost immediately after entering this road system we discovered it purpose.

We encountered several oil wells and oil tank installations and there was a frequent odor of oil in the forest air. It was interesting and a little eerie riding through the silent, unlit woods among this unusual machinery.

These roads were well-mapped and after a few turns we were back on public roads. We had been racing for 19 hours at this point; it was about 4:30 AM. Here again, we needed to descend speedily on pavement to our next destination. Strangely, there was almost no uphill riding on this race. We gained almost all of our elevation on foot and via hike-a-bike.

The next destination was Jake's Rocks, a nest of trails designed for mountain biking. These were initially fun trails and we picked up the initial CP while riding generally level and flowy trails. Soon, however, in order to get the next mandatory CP, we needed to ascend 550 ft on these trails. We were able to ride a few short switchbacked sections but the trail got rockier and steeper as we went along. So, again, we found ourselves undertaking a long arduous hike-a-bike.

At the top, we punched the CP and headed on forest roads to the next section. I'm sure there would have been some better trail riding experiences to be had in here while going after some optional CPs but, at this point, we just wanted to be done with this leg of the race.

After a few miles of flat forest roads, we reached the final TA. Here there were 5 optional checkpoints to be had on foot, if time/desire permitted. At the TA here and at the prior (TA4), we noticed a more-than-usual amount of carnage for a 24-hour race: racers dropping out, racers camping out at TAs and, here, multiple teams sleeping roadside just a few hours from the end of the race. We weren't judging. Heck, we had skipped 20 miles of the first bike and were feeling pretty spent nonetheless. It definitely wasn't the longest or climbiest race but it was taking it's toll for sure. Whatever it was: storms, mud, bad pre-race sleep, soul-sucking hike-a-bikes or other hardships, the racers were definitely feeling it.

Here we elected to find a single optional CP on this leg, I think it was CP28. We hiked out to it's approximate location and, immediately, the small nearby road was not corresponding to the map (at least to my sleepy pre-dawn brain) and I was not sure where exactly to point us as we looked for a "Waterfall". With all the recent rain, any waterfall should be really gushing, and so we were seeking with our ears as much as our eyes. We found several small falls but nothing substantial, while my altimeter told me that we had already gone far enough. I really didn't have the mental energy to figure it all out and re-attack, so after 20-30 minutes of fruitless bushwhacking in moderately technical terrain, I called off the search and directed us out of the woods back to the TA.

We said goodbye to TA boss Jason and biked off to the finish line in Warren, 10 miles away. This was easy nav once I we realized that a road called FR160 was not the same as an adjacent road called F160. Reed and I rode side-by-side trying to keep each other awake. We each blearily saw lots of hallucinated bears in the trees flying by us. We were revived quite a bit when daylight finally conquered the fog of dawn, and rode to the finish line without further issue.

It was really nice to be done. It was not a highly successful race but we were proud to have completed a version of the course, albeit unofficially. Discounting the car ride, we covered about 80 miles while climbing about 9000 feet and felt satisfied with the results of our trip.

We would love to thank the NYARA team (Courain branch) and all of the volunteers and sponsors who helped make this happen. It will certainly be a long-lasting memory for this father and son team.


Deposit in calorie bank on the trip home, Bath, NY.

Monday, July 31, 2023

Maine Summer Adventure Race; Brunswick, ME 7/22/23

 This year's edition of the Strong Machine's MSAR was based out of a fresh new location, in the historic coastal town of Brunswick. The coolest part of this race was that we would be racing with original teammate Nick for the first time since the 2019 MSAR, as our original 3-man unit (Est. 2009). 

Pre-race, we picked up our maps and had about 2 hours to finish gearing up, map our initial legs and stuff a few more calories in the tank. It seemed like a lot of time, and it was, but we did not let that stop us from spending the last 10 minutes in the usual chaotic frenzy.

Tailgate mapping session


The prologue of this race, we then found out, was going to be a written quiz on topographic features. We needed to ace the test before we could begin the race proper. This went pretty well - after a quick correction of the quiz, we were off on bikes, 6 minutes earlier that the loser quiz-failer teams.

Race weather was much sunnier overall than predicted, but it was never excessively hot or extremely humid - it could have been much worse, given the jungle-like weather of the early summer so far.


We biked briefly on local roads to a Line-O on the local Neptune Woods trails. You just had to follow a course through the trails, marked on your map, and encounter the 4 unmapped CPs. This was fun and easy. The trails were smooth and dry and the CPs were obvious if you were on the right course.

Next, we spent a little longer riding roads around the Brunswick Air Force base to reach the trails of the Kate Furbish Preserve. Here we dropped bikes and spent an hour or so finding 10 CPs in the woods. We had no real problems here apart from wet feet and a few mosquito bites. We trotted back to the bikes at TA1 and sped off toward the next leg - paddling in the tidal Androscoggin River.

After logging more miles on road and smooth trails, with no major delays, we reached the put-in (TA2). At this point we were about 24 miles and 3.5 hours into the race.

Here we were reunited with our gear bin (food, fresh gear, sunblock) and we carried our 2 kayaks to the boat ramp on the Andro. There were 7 paddle CPs available. 2 of them were located together, quite a distance downriver. We had calculated that it would take 1.5-2 hours to get these 2 CPs and had previously decided that they were not worth it. You would only go for them if you were confident of clearing the rest of the course and we decided we weren't. Since the first legs of the race had gone so smoothly, we were second-guessing this a bit as we started the paddle. However, we soon realized that we did not even have the map for those 2 CPs with us in the boats, so it was pointless to debate. It ended up being the correct decision.





We enjoyed the paddle. With no competition nearby, we just clicked into a solid paddling rhythm and found the 5 island CPs without issue, while taking some time to eat and drink. It was a little sunny and uncomfortably warm but there were a few breezes (and hat dips) that helped. It was nice to hit the turnaround point of this roughly out-and-back journey and have the benefit of a substantial current for the last couple miles. We covered about 8 miles in about 2.5 hours.

Back at the TA, it was time to switch back into bike mode for a long (20 mile) ride to Popham Beach State Park on generally scenic rural coastal roads. There were lots of rolling hills and historic residences to add variety. The non-rural exception was a quick trip through the busier port town of Bath, early in the leg. We were with several other teams for a few miles after Bath, but soon outpaced them and got to pedal by ourselves for most of the trip, until catching solo Tom Martin near the end of the leg. 

Nick leading the train out of Bath

Sunset (and the accompanying mosquitoes) was looming as we transitioned at Popham into trek mode for a beachy and historic circumnavigation of the Popham peninsula. One cool feature of this section was that there was a CP on an offshore island which was accessible only during a 4-hour period at low tide. 

Island CP


Our arrival coincided with the beginning of that 4-hour window, so we grabbed that one first. We then continued walking along the scenic and expansive beach for 2 miles to pick up another shore CP before heading to a cluster of CPs that were within various historic forts/bunkers on the northern end of the peninsula (adding about 3 more miles). The last part of this was wooded and pretty full of mosquitoes. This left us a bit concerned about bug pressure for the many hours of woodland trekking that lay ahead of us tonight.

During this beachy section, we made the decision to maintain a fast hike, even though some teams around us were shuffling/jogging and outpacing us. The race was only about 40% over at this point and, none of us being big runners, we wanted to make sure we had legs to last to the end, even if it cost us 10-15 minutes in the short term.

After switching back to bike mode, the next leg consisted of another meandering road ride through the scenic mid-coast. These were really quite pleasant sections of this race. We spent much of this leg riding along with eventual race winners from Wisconsin, Rib Mountain Racing. 

We needed to find a couple CPs along the way; the coolest was a CP hosted by Maine Oyster Company. We had been forewarned about this CP, which would require each team to shuck and eat an oyster before continuing. Since Rob and Nick both do surgery, it was decided that my hands were least valuable and therefore I would be doing the shucking. It was trickier than it looked in the video tutorial but after a couple minutes, the oyster was open and I was happy to slurp it down (plus a bonus, professionally-shucked oyster). Its always a treat to get fresh food during a race.

Then it was back out onto the roads toward the trek. The only wrinkle here was that we accidentally overshot CP 42 and, by the time we realized it, we were quite a bit past it. So we decided to skip that one and use the saved time for the rest of the race (a long trek leg and a long bike leg remained).

When we arrived at the start of the night trek it was about 11:00 PM, a bit past the halfway mark in the race. We took a few minutes to change into dry shoes, get water and eat a few bites of much-appreciated food provided by the RDs (ramen and sandwich wraps).

In this night trekking section, there were up to 16 CPs to be found, on and off trail. The trails were of varying levels of quality/visibility, leading to some question as to which were on the map. I hatched a route plan which would direct us to 9 of the CPs and skip over the 7 which were on the other side of a paralleling highway and river. In retrospect, I should have been more aggressive here but I knew there were a lot of bike CPs waiting for us after this (which I wanted to get all of) and I played it conservatively (spoiler: we finished 1.5 hours early). Night navigation is no guarantee and 9 CPs and 10 miles of trekking could take us more time than budgeted. 

All in all, though, we did well on this section and found our 9 CPs without a lot of delay. We had several 10 minute snafus but never got too far off course. We moved well and were able to eat and drink a little in the small hours of the race - notoriously the worst period for maintaining mental focus and staying positive.

The best surprise during the leg was the near-total absence of bugs! After the wet, warm and humid summer we've had, we came into the race armed with multiple DEET options, adhesive deer fly patches and even full face/torso bug mesh jackets. We didn't need any of it for this section. We hadn't experienced any significant bugs apart from the dusk trek on Popham Beach. We were incredibly thankful for this unexpected level of Maine Summer comfort. 

As the trek and associated nav went fairly well, we got back to the TA at about 4:00 AM. So we had 6 hours remaining to complete the final bike leg to the finish. We saw that the leg was composed of a lot of road miles plus 2 embedded singletrack sections. After taking time to attire ourselves appropriately and grab some food/drink to go, we were off on the quiet local roads.

We covered 25 miles during this leg. The road miles were pleasant and straightforward. When we hit the first singletrack area, the Lily Pond trails, we were met with a sloppy rutted uphill muddy ATV track just after dawn. Ugh. Things improved a bit after this rough start; the trails were wet, rocky and rooty for sure but it was doable. Our main problem was not the trail conditions but staying in touch with the map - there were lots of confusing trail junctions and we found at least one inaccuracy. We ended up spending a lot of time with veteran family racers Scrambled Legs and Aching (including their 2 badass kids) and working through this dilemma with them. 

We eventually escaped by just riding singletrack until we found something that we could sort of locate on the map and then just work in the general direction we wanted until we were sure of our location. Once we found ourselves on the map, we made quick work of the CPs in here and were soon back on smooth roads. 

The next singletrack section (the Kate Furbish trails again) was much more user friendly. Rob directed us efficiently through the 3 CPs here and then we drilled it to the finish line around 8:30.

We had efficiently covered 111 miles and found every CP we looked for (58 total) without much trouble. We ended up in 7th place overall out of 39 teams, first in the men's division. 

I think this was my favorite MSAR (I've done all 6 previous editions). The coastal routes, the beach trek, the oysters, etc. kept reminding you that you were in Maine, rather than some random patch of forest. We'd like to give a huge thanks to the Kate and Cliff and the rest of the Strong Machine crew that made this happen, as well as the race sponsors and volunteers. We're so thankful that people choose to arrange these things in their spare time. We'll be back for sure.





Tuesday, August 16, 2022

The Bitter Pill, 8/13/22, Waterbury VT

 The final race on the docket for summer 2022 was the beloved 12 hour Bitter Pill. This was my 6th Bitter Pill and 14th GMARA race. You can always count on GMARA for a quality race, and this would prove to be no exception.

After notching two 24-hour races earlier this summer/spring, the 12-hour duration of this race was going to be a nice way to round out the season for me and Reed. It was also in Vermont, which typically features some really scenic terrain, well-suited for AR.

We checked into the RV we had rented on Airbnb, located just a few minutes from the race start. Here we found a very Vermonty scene, complete with cute goats and chickens in the yard.  We then grabbed dinner at Zachary's Pizza (a pre-race tradition for me), readied some gear and set a 4:10 AM alarm (ouch).


Lots of leftover pizza to pack for race day fuel.

Race HQ was once again Blush Hill Country Club (same as 2019), a very suitable spot. We got a quick pre-race info session and soon headed out on bikes. Soon we were onto trail, paved roads and lovely Vermont gravel as we headed to the first cluster of CPs, covering about 8 miles with some decent elevation gain.

Around dawn. Green mountains above valley fog.

Here on the Waterworks trails, we could find up to 7 CPs and a higher altitude bonus CP either on foot or on bike. Given the steepness of the terrain and fairly tight clustering of the CPs, we elected to get them on foot. We had trouble finding one marshside CP but otherwise found all of these pretty handily in about an hour and 45 mins. The weather was cool but there was a little humidity and we were definitely sweating after the big ascent to the bonus CP at 1650 ft elevation.

TA scene.     GMARA photo

We then departed on bikes toward the "big trek", picking up 3 CPs along the way and covering about 8 miles in about an hour. We rode along Little River and entered Mt Mansfield State Forest, ascending on some gravel. We made a side trip to CP Y on the banks of the river, necessitating a steep descent and climb on foot before reaching the next TA where we would begin the big trek. At the TA, race staff had some mini cupcakes and fresh water waiting for us, which we took advantage of.

Reed enjoying the Vermont scenery as we ride toward Little River valley.

The big trek offered up a total of 12 possible CPs including 3 higher altitude bonus CPs. These were found in the trailless forested hills above us. We converted into trek mode and set out. After the first 3 CPs, we were averaging 18 minutes per CP and I was hopeful of clearing the section before the recommended time to leave, 12:30. However the next target, CP 16, dashed these hopes. The clue for the CP was "base of cliff". To our displeasure, as we arrived in the area of the CP, we found the area to be covered in lengthy multi-layered sections of cliffs. We searched dozens of cliff bases to no avail as the time ticked away. The difficulty imposed by the unhelpful nature of the clue was compounded by my error. I had us looking about 100ft too high (using the altimeter) after an overly hasty look at the map. I didn't realize this until we had already been searching for 20-30 minutes. After descending slightly, however, we were still unable to find the correct cliff among the many. I reluctantly called off the search and we headed east to the next CP. On the way, we ran into another team searching for CP16. While we were chatting, one of them glanced uphill and...there was the flag 50 feet above us. We happily clambered up to take advantage of this (off) trail magic.

Having one hour left before the recommended departure time, we decided to only attack 3 more CPs in this section. We nailed the next one in stride however, and so we decided to tack on one more target. We went on to find the next 3 with ease and actually arrived at the TA with some time to spare before 12:30.

We quickly ate, refilled water, refolded the map and converted to bike mode for the next section - a 13 mile ride, mostly on park roads/trail to the paddle at Waterbury Reservoir/Little River State Park.

The first part of this ride was the subject of much conversation after the race: gaining 900 ft of elevation over only 3.3 miles - ouch. Its not the Alpe d'Huez but on mountain bikes and with a fully loaded backpack, it was a bit of a chore. Reed was stalwart and we made it to the top of the climb without dismounting. After we hit this point, the ride quickly changed from arduous to exhilarating, as the smooth trail descended gently for miles. Following this, we reached Little River State Park and were treated to a bermed, flowy descent to the reservoir. This was as good as adventure racing singletrack gets. 

Spirits were high, therefore, when we reached the penultimate TA to begin the paddle. They were then dampened a bit when we discovered that our next task was to carry a weighty tandem kayak from the TA up and over the height of the dam. Since we were carrying our bike helmets at this point, I determined that our best option for carrying the boat was on the top of our heads. Reed was/is a little dubious about this but it worked well enough.

GMARA photo

GMARA photo

This turned out to be one of the most pleasant paddle legs we've ever done - comfy boat, placid water, cool temps and nice scenery. We made quick work of the first 3 CPs and so, as on the big trek, I elected to squeeze in one more CP than initially planned. This gave us 6 total for the leg (including CP X). After a less strenuous, mostly downhill kayak portage, we were back at the final TA and headed straight out to the final trek. This was a mostly uphill one hour trip through woods and neighborhoods, returning to race HQ at Blush Hill, *almost* without issue. There was a minor (maybe major) panic attack when I went to fish out the passport from the leg of my bike shorts and found nothing. A deeper search under the bike shorts and all available pockets also yielded nothing - oh crap, did we just do all this for nothing? Finally I found it - during the trek it had migrated to a very different part of the bike shorts on the back of my upper leg. Thinking ahead to the scene of me extracting this wet rag (we couldn't resist a quick dip at the end of the paddle) from underneath my shorts and handing it to a friendly race staff member at the finish line, I considerately hand-carried for the end of the trek, allowing it to at least air dry along the way.

GMARA photo

At the finish line we dropped our wet gear, changed into dry clothes and quickly sought liquid refreshment - sodas and a Little Sip of Sunshine IPA. We chatted with some familiar faces and new acquaintances and ate the satisfying buffet prepared by Blush Hill CC.

After all was said and done, we finished 7th overall - very solid. The top performance of the day went to our friends Glen and Scott of Strong Machine AR.

As always, we would love to thank the always dependable GMARA team, the lovely volunteers and race sponsors, as well as the folks at Blush Hill Country Club. We will certainly be back for future editions.

Friday, July 22, 2022

Maine Summer Adventure Race 7/16/2022, New Gloucester, ME

 Not wanting to break my streak of attending every edition of MSAR so far, this race, only 1.5 hours from home, was a obvious addition to the race schedule. Back when MSAR was a little baby 8-hour race, it was Reed's first AR, at age 14. I guess they've grown together (to 24 hours and 19.5 years, respectively). Pam (wife) and Eliza (daughter) were doing the 3-hour version of the race. 

I always watch the weather forecast for these summer races with trepidation. Adventure racing is tough enough without the added unpleasantness of hot weather. Last year we had some nice rain to keep us cool. This year we would have no such luck. Temps would be warm to hot, with some humidity, but, thankfully not nearly the heat wave that would ensue the following week. 

Pre-race meeting      ALL PHOTOS BY RANDY ERICKSEN

We began with an orienteering prologue on foot around the agricultural and wooded outskirts of the Pineland Farms campus, which was a great way to spread out the teams. You could receive up to 2 CPs of credit for spelling up to 2 words out of a possible list (each CP was assigned a letter). After checking the map, we decided to spell KAYAK and FAST, meaning that we needed to find CPs K, A, Y, F, S and T. It seemed like a lot of the other teams had this same idea. 

As we set off, I waved to Pam and Eliza and distractedly stepped into a soggy roadside swale, soaking my shoe/sock. The weird thing is: that was the only time Reed or I got wet feet for the entire race! Including the paddle! Unheard of!

We grabbed the first 2 without issue (apart from a minor encounter with stinging nettle) and headed off to seemingly straightforward CP F. I got mixed up with a parallel bridge feature and began to look too early in the wrong place. Eventually I found it by re-attacking using the posted trail maps but I wasted a lot of time on this fairly minor task. I bobbled a couple other of the points on this leg as well, so we were one of the last teams done with the prologue - no big deal, still plenty of race left!

We next headed out on bikes for a western road ride approaching several lakes. After 8 or 9 miles we hit CP1 at the base of Sabbathday Lake.  In my hasty pre-race mapping, I mistook this for a lake quite a bit further away, where we needed to turn north. So, after punching, I directed us on a U-turn to head north. After a few miles, I didn't like how the road wasn't matching my expectations and stopped to check on things, only to discover my error. I corrected this by turning us back around and then hurriedly blowing by the correct road. After 30 bonus minutes of riding including 3 U-turns, I had us back on track and headed toward the actual lake of interest, Crescent Lake, which we reached after another 9 miles.

Just east of the lake, we stopped at the Raymond Community Forest. Here we could split up to each get 2 CPs (2 on foot, 2 on bike). Reed picked the trek, so I did the bike. I had to find 2 CPs near 2 connected trail loops. I found them fairly easily, biking along with a member of a French-speaking team. The technical rocky terrain made it hard to keep an eye on map and compass but it was doable. I finished before Reed had come back from the trek, so I walked our bikes over to where he would be finishing and had 5 minutes to sit and scope out the upcoming maps. Reed had adeptly found the 2 trek CPs and we were quickly off to nearby TA1.

Our smooth handling of this split-up section had us back among other teams but still pretty far behind in the race. So, when we reached TA1 to begin the kayak section, all of the good boats were gone. We were stuck with 10' beach rental bathtub style kayaks, while nearly everyone else had scored a sleek sea kayak. Ugh. We also had to each paddle in a one-man kayak (rather than a tandem) and, oh yeah, the stiff headwind blowing at us. There were 7 possible CPs to obtain from the Crescent Lake/Panther Pond kayak. One was about 3km away, there were another three which were another 2-3 km away and then there were 3 even more distant points. Taking our slow boats into account and doing some quick math, it didn't make a ton of sense to go after any of these CPs - we would be lucky to get 4 CPs in 3 hours. My plan to get us back in the race was to spend as much time as possible grabbing CPs on the final trek, Morgan Meadow.  However, with this being the only chance to get off of our feet for the race and in the spirit of upholding the tradition of the 3 primary AR disciplines, we set off anyway.

The paddle was as expected, sort of a grind/slog. The lazy river section between the two lakes was cool. We had already paddled it, funnily, a few years ago on a family vacation, staying at the very same Crescent Lake. We found the 4 CPs easily but it took about 3.5 hours. We had a strong tailwind for the return trip, which helped, but we were very ready to be done with this stage.

We gobbled food, refilled water, fiddled with maps and set off again for the bike leg which was dubbed "the adventure bike" by a smirking RD Kate at the pre-race meeting. Based on this description we weren't sure how much of this bike to bite off. I was trying to strategically skip parts of the course in order the spend time where I had deemed the most CP-lucrative stage (Morgan Meadow trek), so I had us short-cut the first 1/3 of the adventure bike on paved road. However, I had hatched a sneaky, clever plan to make a quick side trip and steal 2 of the CPs from that skipped portion, the closely spaced CPs 16 and 17. We would drop bikes at the base of the hill they were on (Quaker Hill), scurry up, punch the 2 CPs and resume the rest of the adventure bike. Atop Quaker Hill, we allowed ourselves 30 seconds to sit on a bench and enjoy a lovely western view. Apparently, my plan here was not all that sneaky or clever because, while snatching these CPs, we crossed paths with a bunch of other teams with the same idea. Okay fine.


Anyway, soon we were back on the trail with our bikes, riding ATV/doubletrack stuff that was not bad except for a few sections of loose baby heads. CPs 18, 19 and 20 came quickly and we were pumped to continue this CP-rich bike section - there we 6 more possible CPs to attack in the upcoming trail network. As we approached them, however, our hopes for a speedy sweep of these CPs began to dim. The speedy packed dirt we had been on had abruptly turned into long stretches of deep, dry fine sand. Riding on this varied from slow/laborious to impossible. As the sandy surface continued to predominate in this region, any hope of regaining terra firma in this area evaporated. Based on this new info, we decided on a smaller loop which would give us 3 of the 6 CPs and reduce our time in the sandbox. We got these without too much trouble (one wrong turn) and found a few of the trails to be actually moderately fast where the sand had been dispersed by motorized vehicle use.

Now well past sunset, we left the trail system and rode a few miles on roads. We passed Dadmun Dr., which was funny because Mun is nickname for Reed in our family. Dadmun seemed like a good team name, and, obviously, the universe was totally cheering us on by delivering this road sign to our reality. Entering a busier road, we made a quick stop at a surprisingly busy gas station mart and split a Mountain Dew. We ran into race photographer Randy Ericksen and another team here and chatted briefly before continuing down busy Rt. 11 and then even busier Rt. 302 into Naples, Maine. It was almost 11 PM by now and there was a steady steam of traffic whizzing by us (a recurring theme). We hadn't realized that this relatively rural part of Maine had such a bumping nightlife, but apparently on summer Saturday nights it does. As we rode down 302 toward Naples, we passed full restaurants, bars and live music. But, we soon turned onto a side street and resumed the familiar AR experience of riding through peoples' dark, quiet rural neighborhoods in the middle of the night.

Mountain Dew exuding its natural bioluminescence

We needed to cover another 6-7 hilly bike miles to reach the next section at TA2 in Tiger Hill Community Forest. Pavement became dirt became rough trail as we made our way there, picking up one CP along the way (28). As we neared the TA, we began to see the headlamps of teams out on the trek. One of whom (Girls Will Survive) kindly directed us to the TA location. Based on my map analysis, this was not the place to quickly scoop up a bunch of CPs and I had considered skipping it entirely and biking straight to Morgan Meadow. Reed was experiencing a lot of bike saddle chafing at this point, however, and he could really use a break from the bike, so we decided to head out on a hilly loop (lollipop actually) that would give us 4 CPs. 

We picked up CP33 in an old family cemetery and then continued uphill to 1100 ft to nab hilltop CP34, before using trail and an off-trail ridge traverse to get CP36. We then turned around back the way we came, to work toward off-trail CP35. On the map, this seemed like a simple trail hike followed by an off-trail stream descent. As we approached the expected intersection with our next trail, however, the correlation between the trails we were seeing and trails that were mapped started to unravel. We tried a few trails, hoping they'd eventually turn to the desired direction but they never did. We went back and forth over the same trail half a dozen times but our trail never appeared. This was very frustrating because I actually had a good idea where we were but just couldn't click with the next move. I spent way too much time trying to figure this out instead of doing what we eventually did - just bushwhack to the CP. This wasted an hour of precious clock. So by the time we returned to the TA, we had spent 4 hours getting 4 CPs - not a disaster but definitely not an optimal way to move ahead in the race.

Upon our return to the TA, someone (Starker White, I believe) cooked me up a Cup O'Noodles and I (belatedly) remembered that we had a stick of Body Glide in the gear bin, and that this was our last access to to the gear bin. So, Reed generously applied the lube before we headed off on bikes again, which provided a bit of relief for the 34 miles of bike riding which still lay ahead.

As day gradually broke, we headed west, back in the rough direction which we had come from, finally on the return loop of the course. This consisted of 2 road bike rides interrupted by the Morgan Meadow trek which I have been referencing. This really would have been a good spot to scoop up a bunch of CPs if we had several hours to spare there, but, as it turned out, we had only one hour. So we hurriedly transitioned to trek mode, grabbed the map and headed out to get 3 checkpoints that were close to the TA. We did this without much difficulty. For the last one, a ways off the trail, I was bushwhacking to/from it in a somewhat maniacal manner, which is how I sometimes get at the end of a race when I'm panicking about going overtime (unreasonably panicking in this case). This was followed by another quick transition to bike mode and we headed off, along with several other teams, for the 10 mile ride back to Pineland Farms. Although it was only 10 miles, I wanted to allow 1.5 hours for this in case the one remaining CP gave us any trouble or a bike problem arose (my rear tire had refused to stay above 10 psi for the whole race). This leg included a lot of downhill, the one (easy) CP and one tough climb that we finally surrendered to and hike-a-biked the final bit.



Neither of us had eaten much over the last 4 hours of the race because we were hot, dehydrated and, though we had food left, we had no food that we desired or thought we could really stomach. Along the way, we each took a couple forced bites of a fried potato-beef ball (aka a Puerto Rican arancino) but couldn't manage any more than that and threw it in the bushes. It seems Reed has inherited my inability to eat during the last hour of a race. So...we were incredibly hungry during the last bike. We were so happy to finally be done and so eager to get our blood glucose back into the normal, non-starvation range. Luckily there were plenty of ways to do that in the Pineland Farms café. Then we crashed for a quick nap, caught the end of the awards and headed back home.

As always, thanks so much to Cliff and Kate, the volunteers, sponsors and other racers. This is a weird, wonderful thing we do together and I'm thankful that you all are there to make it possible.