Six for Sixty Nine and Six Six Six

Tres Amigos

Taggart: I got it! I got it!
Hedley Lamarr: You do?
Taggart: We'll work up a Number 6 on 'em.
Hedley Lamarr: "Number 6"? I'm afraid I'm not familiar with that one.
Taggart: Well, that's where we go a-ridin' into town, a-whompin' and a-whumpin' every livin' thing that moves within an inch of its life. Except the women folks, of course.
Hedley Lamarr: You spare the women?
Taggart: Naw, we rape the shit out of them at the Number Six Dance later on.
Hedley Lamarr: Marvelous! – Blazing Saddles

Once again, I ventured out to Phoenix for another foray in the desert: Javelina Jundred. While this would be my 7th visit here, my plan was to get finish number 6 here. Last year I was fighting a cold and managed to get in 71 miles and the 100K consolation prize of a 100K buckle. I didn’t want to wind up going home with my tail between my legs again.

Photo by Will Lafollette

Something about this race that keeps me coming back. The race is held at McDowell Mountain State Park just outside of Fountain Hills. The race consists of 6 loops of 15.4 miles on a mix of sand, dirt, rocks and dirt road, each consecutive loop in reverse. The first loop is clockwise, then counter-clockwise, then clockwise, etc. until 6 loops are complete. The final 7th loop, or half a loop, goes out clockwise to the first aid station, Coyote Camp, then takes a nice shortcut descent on a nicely groomed trail that takes the runner back down to the bottom, and a nice left turn and a mile later to the finish line. The first time I was here I was taken aback by the desert scenery, so desolate but pretty in a way. Each consecutive visit here makes it much more scenic. I guess it grows on you after awhile. The nice thing about the washing machine loops is that it allows everyone to see each other criss-crossing back and forth as we all progress along the course.

Slacker 666

Richard Cranium 69

I drove out to DIA with Scott Olmer and met Vince Gerber, another 6 for 7 finisher at the gate. We were leaving the 2 feet of snow and cold of Colorado for the warmer climes of Phoenix. This would turn out to be one of the cooler years there. We left Denver and 20 degrees and arrived in Phoenix at 60 degrees. Some of the locals were griping that it was cold. I thought it was great. Highs looked to be cooler than usual, in the mid-80’s both Saturday and Sunday. After eating and having a beer at a local sports bar, we headed out to the park to check in, get out race packets, and (a first) weigh in. I weighed in my heaviest ever for a race, 213 lbs. Everyone complained that the weights were 5 lbs heavy. I would concur with that. I looked in my bag for my bib. I requested the traditional number 69 race number, with my alter ego “Richard Cranium” boldly written on the front of the bib. Makes for interesting conversation out there on the course. Vince’s bib had the number 666 and “Slacker” on his. Vince did get a lot of reaction from other runners during the course of the race. After mingling about for awhile and talking to old friends, we decided to hit the local Safeway, and then check in to the hotel.

Phil Rosenstein

Lyle: [after the farting] How 'bout some more beans, Mr. Taggart?
Taggart: [fans his hat in the air] I'd say you've had enough! -- Blazing Saddles

After watching TV for a bit, it was time to get some dinner at the pizzeria across the street. We’ve eaten here every year and it seems to satisfy. Went back after dinner and got ready for the next day’s run. Scott was in normal form sharing with us his “Butterfly Kisses”. At least Ron Wright wasn’t here to stink up the room in unison.

Sergeant Hulka: You better hit those bunks my little babies, or Sergeant Hulka with the "big toe" is gonna see how far he can stick it up your ass. -- Stripes

After watching a few episodes of “The Family Guy”, it was time to hit the sheets and try to get some sleep. Surprisingly, I got to sleep rather quickly and had a good sound sleep in the process.

John Winger: Oh, it's not the speed really so much, I just wish I hadn't drunk all that cough syrup this morning. -- Stripes

Got up early, ate breakfast, readied my pack, and it was time to go to the park and start some fun in the sun. We got to the race start fairly early. I tried to get some rest, but was too antsy. So I got up and visited the PortaPot, then walked around talking with everyone. Caught up with Nattu and his girlfriend Karen. Soon it was time to get to the starting line, and we were off.

Tripper: And even if we win, if we win, HAH! Even if we win! Even if we play so far above our heads that our noses bleed for a week to ten days; even if God in Heaven above comes down and points his hand at our side of the field; even if every man woman and child held hands together and prayed for us to win, it just wouldn't matter because all the really good looking girls would still go out with the guys from Mohawk because they've got all the money! It just doesn't matter if we win or we lose. IT JUST DOESN'T MATTER! – Meatballs

I tried to settle in for a nice pace, but the many throngs of runners were driving me crazy. Vince and I decided to sprint a bit to get ahead of the traffic jam. Only then were we able to settle in on a nice pace. My goal for the first loop was around 3 hours and change. Vince and I were being our normal chatty selves. We befriended a young lady Anna who was running her first 100. She seemed to take our ribbing and joshing in stride. We would end up playing leap frog with her for about 5 loops.



We got to the first aid station, Coyote Camp, at mile 5.5 in 1:03. Just right. I didn’t need anything on this go around so I went on through. Vince caught up with me soon after as we made our way around the back side of the loop towards the next aid station at Jackass Junction, 5.4 miles distant. This is my favorite part of the course, lots of ups and downs and nice single track trail. Just before coming off the trail and onto the dirt road, Will Lafollette was there taking pictures. Pretty soon we made a right turn that meant the next aid station was only 1.5 miles away. Got here, refilled a bottle, grabbed some food and coke, and made our way out.

Photo by Will Lafollette

Olson Johnson: Never mind that shit! Here comes Mongo! -- Blazing Saddles

Vince and I headed down the dirt road making good time, joking to anyone who would care to listen. Then we headed back on single track trail. Just before the paved road crossing signaling just 2.5 miles to the end of this loop, Robert Andrullis was there taking pics of runners. I yelled out “Mongo!”. Crossed the road and hit more single-track trail. Another favorite section, as it gently meanders and rolls to the end. Before we knew it, we were rolling into the main aid station and crossed the timing mat for the completion of loop 1, in 2:49! Way better than either Vince or I had hoped for. I leaned over to Dave Combs who was running the timing area and yelled out “Fuckin’ Awesome!”

Fezzik: Inigo?
Inigo Montoya: What?
Fezzik: I hope we win. – The Princess Bride

I went over to my drop bag area on the other side of the pavilion. Ditched my jacket, flashlight and hat, got a new hat, sunglasses, refilled my pack and got outta there. Went over to the aid area and refilled my bottles, grabbed a sandwich and a coke, and was ready to go. I spied Vince making out with one of the aid station tarts and we both headed out, this time going counter-clockwise.

Matt "Rustpicker" Sandlin

Photo by Will Lafollette

I think I like this direction more. It’s a gradual uphill to the road, and more uphill beyond Jackass Junction aid, but much more runnable after that. I don’t know, it just seems to be more enjoyable this way. Some like the other direction better. On the way up to Jackass, Vince and I ran with a navy guy from Twenty-nine Palms, Matt Sandlin. In our usual obnoxious banter, we traded insults back and forth, usually consisting of Navy and Air Force sorts of stuff.

Sergeant Hulka: Soldier, I've noticed that you're always last.
John Winger: I'm pacing myself, Sergeant. – Stripes



We checked into Jackass and refilled a bottle and grabbed a sandwich and headed out. I ran into Steve Peterson from CA and we had a nice chat. By this time, Matt and Vince went on ahead. I tried to keep them in sight and pull me along. It was starting to get warmer out and I wasn’t too keen on going real fast right now. I pulled into Coyote Camp aid station right behind Matt and Vince and filled bottles and left immediately, as the bees were starting to get annoying.

Scott and Phil Sharing Butterfly Kisses

Photo by Will Lafollette

Taggart: "LePetomaine Thruway"? Now what'll that asshole think of next?
Taggart: Has anybody got a dime?
Taggart: Somebody's gotta go back and get a shitload of dimes! -- Blazing Saddles

I left out of there ahead of the guys and made my way along the trail, waiting to get annoyed by the rocky section ahead. The 1.5 miles of rocks really get annoying after 4 loops, but early on they aren’t so bad. Somehow, they didn’t seem to be so bad this year as in the past. Vince and Matt caught up with me as we picked our way around the rocks. Then a nice descent to the sand wash below. Only 1.5 miles to go for the completion of loop 2. Saw Scott coming up the wash towards the rock hill looking good. Both Vince and I commented how well Scott was doing. We were figuring a sub-24 hour finish for him. Crossed the timing mat again, with a loop time of 3:21. I was pretty pleased with this, and I think the lower temps this year was playing a factor in my pace. Again, I leaned over to Dave Combs and yelled “Totally Fuckin’ Awesome!”. I went over to my self-aid station and took care of the usual business. On this loop I wanted to bring along my camera and take the time to snap some shots of the course, something I’ve never done the 6 times prior. It would also force me to slow the pace down a bit as this loop is traditionally the hottest loop of the run. I changed out my hat for my ice hat and ice bandana to cool me off for the hottest part of the day. I filled the hat and bandana with ice, sucked down a couple of Mtn Dews, grabbed a sandwich and headed out with Vince.

Lyle: Come on, boys! The way you're lollygaggin' around here with them picks and them shovels, you'd think it was a hundert an' twenty degree. Can't be more than a hundert an' fourteen. -- Blazing Saddles

A Rocky Uphill Climb

Taking in the rocky view

The Fountain of Fountain Hills

Vince and I made our way out and through the sand washes. Along the way I was taking pics of the scenery. We made our way up the steep but short hill to the rock quarry. We jogged some but it was mostly a walk. By this time we saw the fountain of Fountain Hills spurting to our left a few miles distant. I was going to take a photo of it and Vince beckoned me further up the trail to get it between two Saguaro cacti. Got into Coyote Camp and spent minimal time here, as the bees were really bad here.





The ice was really making both Vince and I feel energetic, so we decided to run some of the next bit. Ran the downs and walked the rest were the rules of this loop. Spotted the road ahead signaling about 2 miles to the Jackass aid station. We ran more of this, and soon met up with Bobby Keogh and Paul Grimm’s fiancée Karla. Bobby was running great, even with major knee surgery a few months earlier. He wasn’t sure if he was going to do the whole 100 miler or just 100K. Right now he was moving along just great.

Nattu and Karen

We all rolled into Jackass, took care of business, and left in minimal time. We all were having a great time along here, talking and joking around. Soon Karla, who had just done 93 miles of a 24 hour run the previous weekend took off down the road. It was hot out, but not as hot as previous years. I was amazed at how well I was dealing with the warm temps, having just left frigid Colorado with little heat training in me leading up to the race. In fact, since Heartland 3 weeks prior, it had been rather cool. I decided to sprint ahead a bit on the single-track trail, but soon Vince and Bobby caught up with me. Rolled across the timing mat in 10:14 time, with a loop 3 time of 4:04. This was at least 30 minutes faster than in previous hot years. Saw Dave at the timing computer and yelled out “Unbelievably Totally Fuckin’ Awesome!”.

Hedley Lamarr: Gentlemen, please rest your sphincters. -- Blazing Saddles

I decided I wanted to take a little more time at my drop bag area and just relax a bit. I decided to change shirts, hats, etc.. I also picked up my flashlight from the morning as it will get dark sometime on the next loop. I drank a bottle of Ensure, replenished my electrolytes, made sure I had enough drugs in case of later aches. Bobby was lying down on the concrete and mentioned it felt great. I decided I was going to try for Best Ass again and picked up my joy whistle for the added special effect that goes along with my moon to Jamil, the RD. After spending about 15 minutes here I decided it was time to get going. Vince was already up and taking care of his needs at the aid station tables. I went over and grabbed a slice of pizza. Man that tasted great!

Russell Ziskey: I think you're ready for the Special Olympics... -- Stripes

The hard part being over (the hot part anyway) Vince and I headed out knowing that the heat of the day has passed and it will get more pleasant as we head out for loop 4. It was mainly a walk up the hill and to the road. I looked at my GPS for mile 50, and we hit it in under 11 hours. Pretty good pace so far. It was a mix of running and walking up to Jackass. Got there in good time, ate some pumpkin pie and drank a few cokes. I left there before Vince, but he ended up catching up with me. I tend to walk the 1.5 mile section of road at this point, Vince was running it. So be it. Blake Wood and his daughter Heather caught up with me and I had a nice exchange with Blake as he was walking and eating. Soon he decided he better catch up with Heather who was ahead at this point. It got dark a few miles out from Jackass, and I decided since I was now alone to switch on the mp3 and just zone out for awhile. Again, this being my favorite direction I was running a bit more than before (but not any faster). I rolled in Coyote Camp and caught up with Vince there. Refilled bottles and grabbed some food and left.

Vince was running with Anna from earlier in the day and they passed me on the rocky part. I decided to turn off the flashlight as the moonlight was very bright. I usually don’t rely on the moon light in this section due to the rocks, but I came to the conclusion they had done some trail maintenance along here and the rocks were not an annoyance as in previous years. I mean it was relatively smooth. I looked off to my right and did notice a semblance of the old trail through a very rocky part and realized my theory was true. I did have to switch it back on at the bottom in the washes. I did see Vince and Anna up ahead a ways and decided to see if I could catch up with them. As I crossed the road marking ¾ mile to the end of the loop, I managed to run past them and cross the timing mat in 14:26, for a loop time of 4:12. I was simply amazed at how close I was keeping my lap times together. Again, I leaned to Dave and yelled “Really Fuckin’ Awesome!” I asked him who I needed to notify of my moon, and he said he was one of the judges. Dave gathered up Jamil and I serenaded them all and showed them mine. Since I was the only one to have mooned it was too early to tell if I won. Went over to my drop bag area and grabbed a long sleeve shirt, changed my hat out and exchanged flashlights for my bigger and brighter Gerber light.

Tripper: Attention. Here's an update on tonight's dinner. It was veal. I repeat, veal. The winner of tonight's mystery meat contest is Jeffrey Corbin who guessed "some kind of beef." – Meatballs

I went over to the aid tables and grabbed a hot dog, sucked down more cokes and headed out for loop 5. Vince was still hanging around and wanted to take care of some issues before heading out. I was feeling pretty good and was picking up the pace a bit, passing runners along the way. I caught up with Theresa Daus-Weber who was pacing Lorraine Gersitz. I ran the rock section (albeit slowly) and got to Coyote Camp. I spent very little time here as I wanted to take advantage of the moment and keep going until I would eventually start fading. Made my way over to Jackass Junction, again spending little time, and left running down the road. I turned off the flashlight and just went with the moonlight. It was amazing how lit up the landscape was. I did turn it back on once I hit the single-track trail again. Rolled into the pavilion for the completion of loop 5 in a time of 18:55, loop time of 4:19! Again, I was amazed at how close I was keeping the times between loops. Again I leaned over to Dave and yelled “Fuckin’ Awesome!”. Headed over to my aid area and refilled. Vince rolled in just after I did. Paul Grimm was there and offered to pace Vince the rest of the race since Karla decided to drop after 4 loops.

Carr: Any man playing grabass or fightin' in the building spends a night in the box. – Cool Hand Luke

I was spending a bit of time here, more than I wanted, but I wanted to eat before heading out. Vince and Paul already were heading out. I decided it was time to leave as well, and I tried to keep them in sight up ahead. I did manage to catch up to them about halfway up the climb, and passed them in the process. I wanted to keep the momentum going while I can and did a lot of jogging and walking up the road leading up to Jackass. Got here and ate some food and had my bottle refilled and left in short order.

I knew I was going to now finish the race this year so I decided to just have some fun and ease back a bit as I was starting to fade some. I got to Coyote and ate a little, but decided to get a’ going as I wanted to make some time. I did manage to jog a bit through the rocky section but it was mostly a walk now. I rolled into the pavilion with a time of 23:35, loop time of 4:40. Yep, I’ve slowed down some but was still happy with my progress. I was trying to figure out what my finish time might be, and figured 26 hours was probably not going to happen, but 27 hours was very doable. I went over to the drop bag area and grabbed a few things, and Jamil came over to give my glow in the dark necklace indicating I only had a half loop to do.

Inigo Montoya: He's dead. He can't talk.
Miracle Max: Whoo-hoo-hoo, look who knows so much. It just so happens that your friend here is only MOSTLY dead. There's a big difference between mostly dead and all dead. Mostly dead is slightly alive. With all dead, well, with all dead there's usually only one thing you can do. – The Princess Bride

I decided to take a short break before heading out one last time. I figured at least 3 hours and that would get me in just under 27 hours, so I thought a short break might do me some good. I finally got up and left and headed back out on the final leg.

I saw Vince and Paul coming in as I was heading out. About a mile and a half out I decided I didn’t need the flashlight any longer, and enjoyed the sunrise. I realized then that I forgot to bring my sunglasses along, and hoped it wouldn’t be an issue heading down the Tonto Tank trail with the sun potentially in my eyes.



I was pretty much power walking at this point, so I made the most of it. I got to Coyote Camp in 90 minutes. Since I didn’t need anything I quickly checked in and out, this time heading back the way I came and made a sharp left turn to take me down the 2.5 mile descent on the Tonto Tank trail to the last mile in at the bottom. Not long after I was passed by Matt and his wife. I have never been able to run this section down and this year was no exception. I took solace in that it isn’t very long to the bottom. I got down to the bottom and made a left turn on the trail meaning only 1 mile to go.

I tried to run some, but mostly it was a walk. Once I got within eyesight of the main road did I muster up enough energy to run (jog, slog, crawl) it in. I crossed the timing mat for the 7th and final time, with a finish time of 26:27:18, loop time of 2:52. One of my better times for the final lap. I told Dave it was fucking awesome to be here, got my belt buckle and headed over to my drop area to sit down.

Dewey Oxburger: Sergeant, does this mean we're through for the day? -- Stripes

I didn’t win the mooning, as some guy came in with a thong and won. How could I beat that? Whatever. Scott walked over and congratulated me on my finish. He finished in 23:19. He ended up with a bigger buckle that said “under 24 hours”, something new to the race this year.

I was sitting there finding some food to eat when Vince and Paul came in, in 26:39. I congratulated Vince on our 6th finish there. This means that Vince, myself and Dan Brendan are the only ones to finish 6 here. As Vince said later, we were fucked and will have to come back to keep the streak for 10 alive.

Photo by Will Lafollette

For now, I was content to stroll over to the car and have a brew. Will Lafollette came over and we offered him a brew. After that, we headed over to the showers to clean up before coming back to the finish line to watch some runners come in before heading out for the airport.

Yep, I’ll be back. I gotta keep it alive now. I’m screwed.

2009 Heartland 100: It Really Blows in Kansas

All photos courtesy of Gary Henry

Another year at Heartland, my fourth visit, brought with it not so pleasant conditions as in the past. But having lived there during my formative years I know what to expect from Kansas weather: anything. The weather forecast looked gloomy at first, with some improvements as each forecast model package came in as the week leading up to the race drew close. First, it looked to be windy, cold, and rainy. Then it looked like it would be windy and cool, mostly sunny with the weather coming in during the night. It turned out to be a mixed blessing: no precip, but it was windy and very cool. The afternoon highs were in the low-40’s, but with the wind blowing from the north and west, it seemed to be in the low-30’s. At the pre-race briefing, the RD Randy Albrecht asked me for what seems to be my role for Heartland: the official weather forecast for the weekend. Friday was very pleasant, little wind, sunny skies, and fairly warm. I told everyone to “remember the weather for today, ‘cause that will be the only thing keeping you alive tomorrow.” Heartland was going to be my 25th 100 mile finish, and it looked like number 25 wasn’t going to be so easy.

I brought more cold weather running gear than usual, but also, just in case, some warm weather gear. Never used the latter. At the start, I decided to wear long running pants and keep them on all throughout the race. I also had 4 layers on my upper body at the start, my face buff, gloves, and a thin beanie for the head topped off with a baseball style running hat. I never took off the gloves. I added a wool hat at 50 miles and left the baseball hat. I added more layers later at night as it got colder, ending the race with 6 layers on. At least I was comfortable.



The course is a 50 mile out and back on backcountry farm roads in the Flint Hills Region of Kansas, also called the Tallgrass Prairie National Preserve. It is not uncommon to see livestock near the course, or on the course, at any time. Prairie chickens also rule the area. Cassoday isn’t called the Prairie Chicken Capitol of the World for nothing. During the day they are rare to see, but at night they incessantly fly up in front of you (since they like to roost on the ground) and ahead like the stupid fowl they are only to be startled again a few seconds later as you make your way along the road. This process can continue for quite some time. In earlier years they scared the shit out of me at night making lots of noise. This year, my mp3 player a ‘blazing it wasn’t as annoying.



At the start of the race, the weather was remarkably pleasant: calm winds, starry skies, a bit crisp (39 degrees). Soon, we were herded together like cattle for the start, and with the word “GO!” we were off into the darkness. The 50 milers started a few 100 yards ahead of us, but soon we all started merging together. I wanted to keep the pace reasonable and with little effort, as I knew the later part of the race is where it can get really gnarly, particularly if one goes out too hard at the start. The weather was also nice, so why spoil it? It took me about 1:29 to get to the first manned aid station, Battle Creek, at mile 8.2. As the weather was particularly pleasant, I knew it had to change. Coming into the aid station, the winds had picked up considerably, and the once clear skies were now filled with low clouds streaming in from the north. Yep, the good weather was over guys. Time to suck it up.





I spent little time at Battle Creek, and headed on out to the next aid station Lapland at mile 16.8. This part of the course is a serious set of ups and downs. It seems easier this way than coming back. Of course the crosswind didn’t make for an easy go of it either. Once I got to the unmanned aid station at 13 miles, it is a fairly easy downhill to Lapland. I rolled into Lapland in 3:11, with a leg time of 1:42. So far, I was 2 minutes ahead of my projected splits. It wouldn’t last.



Again, I spent minimal time here refilling bottles and grabbing a PB&J sandwich. From here to Teterville, the next aid station at 25 miles consists of some rolling hills but with a lot of meandering through the tall grass prairie, one of my favorite sections. Making the final turn towards Teterville took us right into the wind. It was tough to get any running in, but we all managed somehow. By now the 50 milers were returning and it looked like the tailwind behind them was making them happy. Got into Teterville in 4:49, a bit off my projected splits but not by much. The headwinds were starting to take a toll. So I sat down on the back of a pickup truck’s tailgate and rummaged through my drop bag for food and whatever suited my fancy. One of the aid station workers recognized me for the weather forecast at the pre-race briefing, and thanked me for the wind. I said “Happy to satisfy.” I was only here a few minutes and I decided to head on out for my least favorite section, here to Ridgeline Aid Station 11.5 miles distant. Best get it over with, I thought.

Made my way down the road for a mile, and then turned right up a rutty, dried up formally muddy unimproved road. It was here that Dan Brendan caught up with me, and we both made the most of the 2 mile climb up to the rolling roads that will take us to Texaco Hill Aid Station (mile 31) all the way to Ridgeline.



It was great running with Dan, at least to Texaco Hill. We both were taking it easy with the headwinds, and were mystified as other runners were running the hills AND bracing the headwinds. Whatever trips their triggers I thought. Dan and I made for conversation, which was great as it really passed the time quickly to Texaco Hill. Got to Texaco Hill in 6:18, about 24 minutes slower than predicted. The winds were taking a toll. Stacy Sheridan was here and greeted all the runners coming in and leaving. I ate a few PB&J sandwiches and sucked down some cokes and refilled my bottles before heading out. Dan spent little time here and was already gone.



As I was leaving, I saw Dan just ahead. I kept Dan in my sights all the way to Ridgeline, but never managed to catch up to him. At least this way, he was pulling me along when I needed the pulling. He would run, so I would run. He would walk, and so would I. This kept me focused on one of the worse sections (at least for me) and got me to Ridgeline in a little over an hour (7:26 running time). Rolled into the aid station tent and chatted it up with Dave Dinkel, who offered me his patented Prairie Power Pellets ™. I declined but promised to indulge myself on the way back. I had a drop bag here but didn’t need it this time around. I refilled my bottle, grabbed some food to eat and sucked down more coke. But then it hit me: I had to use the PortaPot ASAP. So I ran outta there and into the PP. It took me longer than I wanted, and some runners were cussing me up to hurry up. I finally was able to get out of there and apologized to the waiting runner for making her wait. All in all, I spent about 10 minutes here.



The next section is one of my favs: a very rolling terrain and generally downhill for the next 6 miles to Matfield Green, my next port of call at mile 42.5. It is usually in this section that I meet cows in the road or alongside. This year, there were none, in both directions. This section really seems to fly time wise, and I arrived at Matfield in 9:01. Part of this was due to running with Barb Elias and Nick Bassett, which provided some nice diverting conversation along the way. Right before the right turn onto the road that takes you to the aid station, the two front running males were heading out. I pulled in, refilled my bottles and had a wonderful sloppy Joe sandwich. Sucked down a few cokes, and headed back out.

A lot of people complain about this next section, which takes you up a longish hill to what seems like a faraway transmission tower, but I find it a nice change and allows one to walk for a bit. The problem is that tower never seems to get any closer and it is staring you right in the face the whole way. By the time you get up to the tower, you have 2.5 miles of mostly flat to downhill to the 50 mile turnaround. About a mile from the turnaround, the runners were greeted by Burma Shave-type signs; one I particularly liked said “This seemed like such a good idea a week ago”. I finally rolled in the 50 mile turnaround aid station in 10:40, which I was pretty happy with time wise. I decided to spend a bit of time here, as I needed to change shoes, hat, eat, drink and be otherwise merry. I picked up some batteries for my flashlight and mp3 player, sucked down an Ensure, restocked on electrolytes and was ready to go. Unfortunately, I spent about 20 minutes here. Time well spent.

On the way back, you get to see all your running friends, and most important of all, the cessation of wind in your face, now at my back. What a relief! I did a lot of jogging/running with walks mixed in for good measure. Got back to Matfield Green in 12:33. Spent very little time here except to eat and refill. I wanted to get out of here and on the road to Ridgeline before it got dark. I finally had to pull my light out about halfway. I saw Barb and Nick just ahead and used their lights to pull me along. I got into Ridgeline in 14:18, and it was getting colder. I decided I needed to add a layer here and change into a warmer wool hat. After spending about 5 minutes digging around my drop bag (and grabbing my better Gerber light) I headed next door for some hot chow. Dave was there serving up his beans and weenies and it really tasted great! I drank a couple cups of coke and figured it was time to head out.

Unfortunately, we now had to face a significant crosswind all the way to Teterville. It was along this section to Texaco Hill that the prairie chickens were having a little fun with me. All part of the Heartland Experience ™. It seemed like a slow slog to Texaco Hill, and I ended up walking more than jogging. It took me 1:47 to get to Texaco, or 15:55 for 69 miles. I spent some time here trying to warm up and eat more. After spending about 10 minutes here it was time to leave. I didn’t want to spend lots of time at the aid stations and taking some time here was not in my plan. The good thing about leaving here is that is mostly downhill and seems to go rather quickly. I managed to get into Teterville (mile 75) in 17:54. I did plan on spending some time here to regroup and warm up. Digging around in my drop bag I replenished my electrolytes and sucked down a couple of caffeine pills as I was starting to get a bit drowsy. I left here happy knowing the crosswinds were over and the wind at my back.

This year the segment between Teterville and Lapland went relatively quick than recent years. However, I was pretty dead when I rolled into Lapland in 20:49. Unfortunately I spent about 30 minutes here trying to wake up and get warm. Gary Henry and his pacer arrived, tried to talk with me but I was rather non-responsive. They left. It wasn’t long after that I decided to just get it done.

My next goal was to get to the Battle Creek Aid Station before sunrise. Last year I was hit with sunrise a few miles before Battle Creek and the hills spreading out before me made me want to cry. What I can’t see won’t hurt me, so I wanted to get there in the dark. Thankfully, I was able to do just that by mostly walking. I got there just after 6:08 in the morning (24:07 race time). I spent very little time here and left trying to make the most of the pre-sunrise darkness. By the time the sun was rising, I was over the hilly part. I also felt rejuvenated (amazing how the sun can do that) and started jogging, then running. I had some good tunes on the player and it really got me moving. I saw a couple of runners ahead and I made it my goal to try to catch them. Not long after, I rolled into the Mirage Aid Station run by Trail nerd Ben Holmes with his wonderful homebrew. I immediately asked for a brew, and chitchatted with Ben about some new trail shoes he would recommend. I traditionally have used Montrail Hardrocks, but have grown disappointed over the last few years with the changes they have made making them pretty much unusable for me. He offered a few suggestions as alternatives which I will look into, as the Hardrocks I currently have will soon be worn out and better left dead. The beer was very tasty (an IPA I believe) and I left somewhat perkier and rejuvenated than when I arrived. Isn’t that what aid stations should do?

I now only had 5 miles to go. But a long 5 miles, as you can see the water tower of Cassoday in the distance that seems so close, but is yet so far. I was still feeling good and running more than I was walking. I soon caught up with the runners ahead of me and it turned out it was Gary and his pacer who left me for dead at Lapland many hours ago. Gary was walking. I offered him encouraging words and made my way towards the finish line several miles away. Soon, I hit the pavement and made a right turn, with the finish line just ¾ mile ahead. I rolled into the finish line, cowbells a blazing, with a total time of 27:00:48! I had hoped for 26-27 hours, so I was very happy.

As usual for Heartland, I thoroughly enjoyed the experience. I must have, as this was my fourth time there. The RDs, Randy and Jim Davis, put on a hell of a show. Well run, excellent aid stations, and a great pre- and post-race feed. I’ll definitely be back for another.

Heartland 100 This Weekend

Just a few days away and I'll be on the road to Kansas for my fourth visit to Heartland. Looks like the weather will be sunny, but cool and cold. Highs in the mid to upper 50's, and overnight lows in the low to mid 30's. According to Randy Albrecht, the RD, Heartland has the highest finishing rates when it is cold. My goal there this year is to avoid the usual nightly hangout at the aid stations. While the aid station tents will undoubtedly be heated, it's the hot-to-cold contrast when walking out that will be a killer. I plan on making my visits short and sweet.

Hopefully the cold won't affect my asthma too much, but I'll be bundled up and have my face wrap to keep the cold at bay. Also looking forward to a beer at the Mirage Aid Station (mile 95) to numb things up a bit as well.

Of course, the pre- and post-race feeds are to die for. As well as during the race at the various aid stations too. Those Ridgeline Prairie Power Pellets (TM) are wonderful on the way back.

Race report next week.

A Different Kind of Ultra

I decided to tackle a different sort of ultramarathon, replacing the heater core on my 1995 Audi 90 Quattro. Normally, I would have taken it to the mechanic and let him have the fun, but the timing of the heater core failing was bad: just 1 week prior I had the timing belt replaced on my 98 Pathfinder. A week later, the heater core went out in my Audi. I knew it was this as I was smelling anti-freeze inside the car and not out, and when I turned on the heat, I got a huge misty cloud of vapor instead. I was going to wait a week and have it done when the wife’s 92 Audi 100 crapped out in town due to a failed fuel pump, I knew I had spent enough money on two cars ($2000) and didn’t want to spend another grand for my car. So I decided to try it myself.

I did a lot of researching on the web (thank god for Google) and found a number of sites with the needed information, but the following link was the best…..and with pics:

http://forums.audiworld.com/showthread.php?p=18463995

Since it was the start of August, I figured I had plenty of time to get it done before winter. It took me a month to get it done, but this was working weekends, with two weekends off (working at the Leadville Bike race, and the following week running Lean Horse 100 in South Dakota).



For the start, it was fairly easy. I started with taking out the center consoles. Then the driver’s side kick panel under the dash, then the glove compartment. In order to remove the driver’s airbag, I had to go into town to get a set of torx screwdrivers, as the horn/airbag is attached with these nuts. Once I had the airbag off, it was fairly easy to get the wheel off. I made a mark on the wheel and the hub in order to align it all up. I then removed the turn signal/cruise control/wipers/headlight switch from the column, and it was easy to take out the instrument cluster. It was then on to the passenger airbag. When I looked at it from underneath, all I saw was one torx bolt and a metal bracket. But I couldn’t figure out how to remove the bracket to get to the airbag. Turns out it was only the torx bolt holding it in. I found this out when I had both side dash bolts off and began to wiggle the dash, and noticed the airbag moved out as well. It slipped right out. The heater controls, CD player, ashtray all came out fairly easy from the center console. The hazard/seat heater/fog lights/rear defroster switches were a bit of a challenge to remove.

I then moved inside the engine compartment to remove the hoses to the heater core and the two bolts holding it onto the firewall. In the process of removing the two hoses, I accidently broke a line to the PCV valve. I’ll have to deal with that later. The lower bolt was tight and a bit tricky, but I got it off, and the hoses along with the gasket. No coolant leaked when I pulled the hoses.









Once the passenger airbag was removed, there were four bolts on a bracket holding the dash in. Once undone, it took some wrestling of the dash to get it removed. The ducting was in place and it took some wrangling to get it off. Once off, there it was, staring at me with all its glory: the heater box. There were clips holding it onto the evaporator housing. The top and bottom clips came off easily, as well as the two front clips. This left two clips from behind. Based on the instructions from above, it was going to take some work to get the bottom one off. I had to go back into town and get a mechanics mirror on a wand. Using this as well as a flashlight, I was able to see the clip that needed removing. It took me the better part of a week to get the clip off. I ended up getting some small etching tools, with various bent tips to get at the clip. I ended up cutting off half of the tool as there was very little room to get at it. I'm not very good at using mirrors for such things, as I have trouble dealing with the reverse image. But it didn't take long to master the technique. What a relief to finally get the lower clip off. All it took now was some back and forth motion of the heater box and the remaining clip let loose.





Now that the box was off, all I had to do was remove the old heater core. There was antifreeze on the top of the floor vent housing just below the heater box, as well as inside the box. After cleaning up inside the box and wiping up all the antifreeze, I was able to put the new core in and screw it in place.



The reassembly of dash parts was fairly easy. I ended up having to undo the dash bolts about 3 times to get stuff to line up right though. The hazard switches were a bitch to replace. Not a lot of room and the switch plugs were hard to get at. Somehow in the process, the hazard switch went inop. I’ll have to take it by the mechanic to fix, as well as the PCV valve that broke.

When I was installing the driver’s kick panel in, I found out I forgot to put some of the wiring harness back in place, as it was preventing me from getting the panel back in properly. I really didn’t want to take out the dash again, so I brute forced the wiring harness back under the dash lip. It wasn’t completely in, but enough to get the panel back on and bolted. The glove compartment was fairly easy. I had to replace the disk changer underneath the glove box, but that went pretty smooth.

I ended up with two leftover bolts (from the kick panel) and two bolts that mated the center console to the lower support bracket. As there were originally four of these mounting bolts, two on each side, I ended up bolting on one bolt each side. I doubt this will present a problem. I was damned if I was going to undo the dash yet again for these two little bolts.

In the end, the car started right up. The only thing not working are the blinkers, which may be related to the faulty hazard switch. I drove it into town to make sure everything was working, and the low coolant idiot light came on. After stopping at the store for antifreeze, the coolant reservoir was nearly empty. So I filled it up, and drove back home. I again checked the reservoir tank level, and it was still full. Must have been from the new heater core getting filled up with coolant.
Well, I saved a lot of coin, but I really don’t want to do that kind of job again, unless I have lots of time on my hands. It was a learning experience to be sure.

But, once is enough. I'm a happy camper.

It Sucks to be Me at Lean Horse 100

So I took another stab at Lean Horse 100. I ended up getting 50% more done this year than last. Unfortunately, 76 miles doesn’t cut the mustard. I ended up dropping out at 76 miles and 21 hours of running. I wish I could say I was injured, sick, or otherwise incapacitated, but I’d be lying. I dropped out of sheer opportunity. Sucks to be me.

I drove up to Hot Springs, SD on Friday with a co-worker of Pat Homelvig at Google, Dale Hawkins. Dale was eager to get a 100 mile finish in with this race, which he managed to do quite well. This was his first 100 mile finish. We got up to Hot Springs around 1:00 PM. Dale needed to find some Starbucks in a can for the night portion of the run. We stopped at one grocery store, Dakotamart, and the clerks there thought we were from Mars. “Starbucks, in a CAN? Whaaa?” So we decided to head over to the check in at the Mueller Center and pick up our race packets. We asked the nice volunteers there if they knew of another store in town that might have what Dale was looking for. They suggested Sonny’s. After milling around a bit we decided to try to get a few last minute things at the store, check into the hotel and get back for the 3 PM race briefing.

Dale didn’t have any luck with the can Starbucks, but found some in a glass jar. That will have to do. Checked in, relaxed a bit, and then headed back for the briefing and pre-race food. We got there and saw the usual gang of suspects. I saw Matt and Anne Watts, Joe Judd from Salida, Ulli Kamm, among others. Listened to Jerry’s talk about the race. Pretty much the same as last year. There are cutoffs at the inbound legs of the course, but not really enforced. There would be ice out there (nice, as it was hot). Dale and I went back to the check in area after the talk, milling around and talking, when dinner was served was announced. Grabbed a table and ate. Matt, Anne, David Hughes from Indiana joined us, Long Vu from Oklahoma. When I was done, I looked up and saw James Mercer from St Louis, so I decided to go say hi to him and his wife Vicki. Talked with them a bit, then it was time to leave.

Relaxed at the hotel, and got to sleep around 9:30 PM. Woke up in plenty of time to get put together and meet Dale for breakfast in the lobby around 4:20 AM. Met Darwin from Canada, doing his first 100. Saw Long Vu as well. Dale and I checked out and left for the race around 5:20 AM. Got to the start and hardly anybody was there. Checked in, and sat around waiting for others to show up. I saw James and Vicki come in, so I went over and chatted with them for a bit. Before long it was time to line up outside for the start. With a 10 second count down and the word “GO!” we were all off for the start of a long and hopefully successful journey this weekend.

Dale and I were running together for about the first mile or so, trying to keep the pace reasonable. As soon as we were out of town and the road turned to dirt, Dale picked it up a bit and I said “Good luck”. I wanted to take it easy for at least the first 16 miles. The road consists of series of many ups and downs, some major, some not so. Last year I did the first 16.5 miles in 3:07, and felt increasingly tired as the first 50 miles went on. This year I wanted to do the road in 3:30, and feel relaxed and not overdo it. This meant I was going to walk the hills. I was already getting warmed up and feeling the morning heat by the time I got to the first aid station, Coldbrook, mile 4 in 43:29. So far right on target.
After Coldbrook, you head across a meadow for about ¾ of a mile, which connects us with the Argyle Road and a right turn. From here to the next aid station, it is a pretty hilly stretch of road. I walked the uphills. It was in here I met up with a running buddy from Rocky Raccoon, Charlie Leonard from NY. He was running with a gal from New Jersey, Jenny. We talked a bit and before we knew it, we were at the Morph aid station, mile 10.7. I got here in 2:05, so my plan on making it to the Argyle aid station in 3.5 hours was looking fine. Filled a bottle and grabbed a coke and left. Soon Charlie caught up with me, but I ended up letting him go as he was running more of the hills than I wanted. From here, it was a lot of ups and downs, walking the ups, and running the flats and downs. I spied the Argyle aid station ahead, at the top of a lengthy hill. I ended up getting here in 3:15. I spent about 5 minutes changing into a lighter shirt, filled up my bottles, and grabbed some food and left.

It was starting to get hot by now, and my stomach was feeling a bit uneasy. It was here I decided to just stick with water for the time being. I wouldn’t use any of my energy mix until sundown. Surprisingly, I started feeling fine again, and got to the Lime Kiln aid station and 21 miles. It took 45 minutes to go the 4 miles from Argyle. I walked and ran with a mix of 4 minutes running and 1 minute walking. I grabbed some fruit and stuck it in my pack, refilled a bottle with ice water, and left. The next 4 miles to Pringle aid station was fairly downhill and I ran most of it. I got to Pringle in 59 minutes, with a total time of 5:05. Still on target. It was here I decided to spend a bit of time and grab stuff for the hot afternoon: ice hat, ice bandana, food, water, coke. As I was coming in, I met up with Phil Rosenstein. He was in walk mode. By the time I was finished taking care of my needs, Phil was walking out as well. We decided to stick with each other for a bit and see how it goes.

The next section between Pringle and Carroll Creek (mile 31) is fairly long. I erred in not bringing an extra bottle for this stretch. Luckily, Phil and I ran into a crew along the highway next to the trail, and we asked them if they had any extra water to spare. They did, which saved my bacon. By the time I got to Carroll Creek I was nearly out. Phil and I did a lot of talking, mostly about Badwater and his thoughts on crewing, running the race, etc. and I found the talk great and most of all, the time went by quickly. We had caught up to two Canadian gals who were stopped by the side of the trail, and Phil wanted to stick with them for a bit as our power walking was a bit too brisk and he wanted to take it easy for awhile. So I pushed on ahead, power walking out 12 minute miles on a fairly easy stretch of trail. Before long, Carroll Creek aid station was just ahead. It was now 6:57 into the race, and it was quite hot. Phil and the girls from Canada caught up with me as I was walking into the aid station. I got my hat and bandana refilled with ice, as well as iced water for my bottles. I sucked down a couple of cokes, and grabbed more grapes to stick in my pack and nibble on the way. I did manage to gulp down an entire PB&J sandwich and more water to wash it down.

I waited a few seconds for Phil to walk out with me. I loaded up on water and food at Carroll Creek, as this was another 6 mile stretch until Custer. Phil and I did a nice power walk, and even managed to run some of the downhills. Phil wanted to spend some time at the next aid station, so he wanted to run ahead while I walked. It was pretty hot out and the sun was beating down on me, so I stuck with my plan and walked most of the remaining 2 miles until Custer. I did jog some of the trail, as it was a mellow downhill and pretty even. I kept Phil in my sights. I got to Harbach Park in Custer, mile 37, in 8:33. Phil was already taking a breather and eating and drinking. I refilled my hat and bandana with ice, more ice water in the bottles, more food. I again grabbed more fruit to stick in my pack. Soon it was time to go. I headed out with Phil, and about 100 yards out I realized I left my ice hat on the table back at Custer. I ran back and got it, and ran back to Phil. It was nice to run, but even nicer to walk with Phil. The next stretch is more shaded, and is only 5 miles. Phil and I walked and ran off and on until the next aid station, Mountain Aid, at mile 42. It took us 9:55 to get here (1:21 for this segment).

Again, the usual routine, and after spending about 5 minutes it was time to leave. It was another 1.5 of an uphill towards Crazy Horse, and then a nice 3.5 mile descent to the next aid station at mile 47. Phil took off running the downhill, and I ran as well but as it was still hot I decided to jog it. Towards the bottom of the hill, I caught up with James Mercer from St Louis, he was walking and limping. I walked with him for about 5 minutes, and after suggesting he should continue on, I decided to leave and run the rest of the way to the aid station. He was in good spirits, but his knee was hurting and he said he was coming off dehydration. I knew his wife Vicki was ahead at the next aid station so he was going to be in good hands. This was the last I saw of James, as I assumed he dropped at the next aid station.

I got to mile 47 aid, grabbed some water and food and left fairly quickly. Pretty soon, I reached the Turnaround aid station, mile 49, in 11:55. I quickly refilled a bottle and left for the 1 mile turnaround ahead signaling halfway. I got there in 12:09. I got back to Turnaround and spent about 20 minutes here taking care of various stuff: I wanted to change shoes. My feet were starting to hurt and there were hot spots developing. As I massaged my feet, and put on a new pair of shoes, they felt a lot better. I also refilled my pack, ditched my ice bandana as I wouldn’t need it now. Relubed under the shorts to take care of some minor chafing. I refilled my bottles, one with mix and the other with water, ate a sandwich and decided it was time to leave. From here on it would be more miles here than previous the year. I was happy my stomach was feeling fine, and despite my feet and knees hurting, I started running more. I ran pretty much to the base of the 3.5 mile hill climb up to Crazy Horse. I had to pull out the flashlight about ½ mile from the Crazy Horse road. I finally got to Mountain aid station in a time of 15:03. I took a few minutes to eat, rest, and refill bottles. I ended up only spending about 3 minutes here, and left.

It was dark now and I was using the lights from runners ahead to pull me along. I jogged the bulk of it, as it felt much easier and better on my feet to run rather than walk. It wasn’t fast (about 12-13 minute miles) but I was making progress. I did manage to pass a few runners who were walking. This made me feel pretty good. I got to Harbach Aid station in 16:49, feeling rather tired and almost ready to drop. I got into my drop bag and sucked down a Starbucks. Grabbed some food and just sat there and ate. I came pretty close to dropping. Jerry Dunn, the RD, came into the aid station saying he was leaving in about 10 minutes. It took all I had to walk out of there and continue on.

After about a few minutes, I started feeling better and jogged more and more. Again I used the lights of runners ahead to pull me along, and again I passed some runners walking. Soon, I got to Carroll Creek, in 18:42. By now they had grilled cheese sandwiches nice and hot to eat. I grabbed two halves, ate one on the go and put the other in my pack to eat later. I left here in short order. Between here and Pringle aid station, mile 76, I started to feel more and more tired and sleepy. The Starbucks was wearing off, and I was faced with the impending crash of caffeine. I found myself weaving on the trail, half asleep. I finally got to Pringle in 21 hours, 3 AM (cutoff time). I asked the kind person at the aid station if I decided to drop here, how long to get a ride out. He told me quite a while as a guy left some minutes ago with runners. So I decided to get my drop bag and get some things out (Starbucks, mix, a warmer shirt) when a guy walks in saying he has room for one more runner as he is going back to town. I was screwed! I took him up on his offer.

This was a pretty bad decision on my part. I had plenty of time to finish. I figured about 2 hours to Argyle aid station (5 AM) and 16 miles more for a finish, probably in around 28 hours. The caffeine crash was horrendous, and I had a hard time focusing on the task at hand. If that guy would have been 5 minutes earlier or later, I would have been continuing on and probably a finish. Who knows? It was my own fault to quit, and I could have continued on.

Well, I was hoping not to “HAVE” to come back after this year, but it looks like that isn’t going to happen. I’ll be back, but it won’t be next year as I have other fish to fry next summer, and Lean Horse isn’t on my plan.
I will be back.

Well, if at first you don't succeed.........have a beer!

After last year's 50% completion of my Fall Mini-Slam (DNF'd Lean Horse and Javelina), I decided that I would like to give it another whirl, but with a change. Since Motherroad is not offered this year, I would have to substitute another for a retry at a back-to-back 100 mile attempt. So like last year, I'm going to start it all off with Lean Horse in August, then Heartland 100 in early October, Javelina in late October and a new 100 miler in Missouri called The Ozark 100 the following weekend.



I have been intrigued by Lean Horse since it started a few years ago, but it conflicted with the Leadville 100. This year, it is on the same weekend, and since I was unable to get the second half done last year, it's time to "Get my mind right" and get it done this year. Since I now know what happened to me last year, I have since (hopefully) corrected the stomach issue and should be able to get this one done. The course is mostly on the Mickelson Trail in SD, a “trails-to-rails” project that is a gradual up to the 50 mile turnaround and back to the start in Hot Springs, SD. The first and last 13 miles are on a rolling, meandering dirt road. Hopefully this year, I'll have my head out of my ass and not overdo it with the calories, which was the reason for my stomach issues last year. It seems my training of late has had no complications, so time to "Git 'er Dun!". Unfortunately, I will be missing Leadville this year. The first time in 13 years I haven't been up there in a running or crew/pacer capacity. My good friend Bob Rayburn will be there running it this year, so I'm bummed I can't help him there.



Heartland, Oct 10-11, is an old favorite. This will be my fourth time there, and I always love the support and venue. Having grown up in the area as a lad also brings to me a special appeal. I ran it last year and ended up listing to the starboard side towards the end. Only after consuming some of Bad Ben's Homebrew (TM) did it fix that up somewhat. Though it wasn't my fastest time (slowest in fact) it was still a good time. I got to see some of the hilly parts of the course on the way back during the early sunrise bits, which normally were shrouded in darkness. Gawd, those hills are long! And who sez Kansas is flat?



Javelina Jundred, Oct 31 and Nov 1 (Halloween). Last year this was the last race in my series, and ended up going out there with a cold from Motherroad II the previous weekend (thank you Oklahoma!) and having to bail out after 70 miles. Congestion and breathing don't get along too well. My first DNF there. This year will be my 7th visit, and hopefully my 6th finish there. My race plan for this is simple: run easy, run slow, and have fun. So, no PR’s or visions of great times are in my strategy here. Like last year, I will try to save myself for two weekends, since the next race is.....



.....Ozark 100, Nov 7-8. This is a totally new 100 put on by my favorite group of runners, the SLUGs (St Louis Ultrarunning Group). The cutoff time is 32 hours, so a bit more time than conventional 100 time limits of 30 hours. I've run in Missouri before, but not in the Ozarks. They are hilly, but nothing like Leadville, Wasatch, or Hardrock. I'm looking forward to something new. Like Javelina the week before, I plan on going slow and easy and just finish. I don't want a repeat of last year. I'm counting on not getting a cold at Javelina (it'll be hot and dry there) so all I have to do is hang in there. Javelina would have been number 6 if not for the breathing issues. My legs were fine and able to continue. I'm hoping that will be the case here as well.

Not Quite Gray's and Torrey's Summits, June 28, 2009

Bob Rayburn and I arranged to climb up to Gray's Peak (14,240') and the adjacent Torrey's Peak (14,267') the last weekend in June, where the chance of snow on the trail is likely to be minimal. Well, we were wrong. The late snows this season didn't melt away quite yet and provided us with some challenges we were unaware of when we started our journey.





Drove up to Bakersville off of I-70 to access Steven's Gulch Road with Bob, myself, and Bob's wife Jana. The plan was for Jana to drop off Bob and I at the bottom of the road, which is a 3 mile hike up to the trailhead leading to Gray's Peak, and Jana would drive up the road to the trailhead and hopefully we would catch up with her somewhere along the trail. Bob and I were initially running up the road, then it turned into a walk. Not long after, Jana came by. But just a few feet ahead, she stopped in the road due to a large washout. Unfortunately, Jana's SUV is not a 4WD, and there were cars parked just to the right of the washout, thereby blocking the only way around the huge washout. Bob offered to try to drive it through the rut, but the tires were slipping. So he had to back it up a bit and park it along the side of the road. Jana was going to have to walk the road with us.





After about an hour's worth of hiking on the road we finally get up to the trailhead. After dealing with a few last minute issues, we all headed up the trail and Gray's Peak 3.5 miles distant. Jana, being a recent resident of Colorado from Arkansas, wasn't used to the altitude. Bob and I tried to cheer her up and joke around and such to take her mind off the slog up the trail. I scared her a few times yelling "What an AWESOME view!".





After about a mile hike up the trail, we got up to a fairly large stream crossing around 12,000', and Jana decided she had had enough and decided to turn around, and wait for us back at the trailhead. Bob and I continued on. A bit up the trail, we ran into Marshall Ulrich and Theresa Daus-Weber making their way down from the summit. We talked a bit and continued on our separate ways. We came to a fairly large and deep snow crossing, with lots of foot holes from previous hikers postholing through the deep, crusty snow. Bob got across with no issues, but I was a bit concerned of falling through, being 200+ lbs of weight on the snow. Amazingly, I didn't post hole through it.





Intermittent patches of snow now dotted the trail along the way up. At around 12,700', we came to a fairly long and narrow snow patch. I looked at the snow and determined that it was fairly hard, crusty, and slick. Going up wasn't an issue, but I was very concerned about the way down. I decided, since I didn't bring any trax with me that I would go no further. I offered to wait there for Bob if he wanted to go on and summit. The thought of beer consumption was stronger than the desire to summit, so we both decided to turn around and head back down. Bummer.

This time upon reaching the snow field, I did manage to post hole on the far side up to my knees. As the trail got smoother, we were able to run more. Bob, being Bob, took off down the trail in his usual fast manner. I tried to keep up, and ended up turning my ankles a bit and decided to just go easy and not screw them up big time.



I got back to the trailhead and saw Bob and Jana waiting there. After a bit of taking care of some personal issues, we headed on down the road back towards the car. We all started jogging a bit, and feeling like I didn't get to accomplish what I wanted today, started running down the road at a fairly decent pace (at least for me). Not long afterward, I caught up with Marshall and Theresa and decided to walk the road down with them (and Toasty the dog). When we got to the car we bid each other well, and soon after Bob and Jana came in.

This was to Bob and I's last chance of some decent altitude training before our pacing duties at Hardrock in a few weeks. Bob and I are doing different legs there for Scott Olmer, who will be running his fifth Hardrock. We did get some altitude training in, it just wasn't what we really wanted. It'll have to do.