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. You can find a race near you on the calendar at the USARA website.

Wednesday, September 5, 2018

The Longest Day, NYARA, Windham NY 9/1/18

Rob and Mason finished off summer with a Labor Day weekend trip to the scenic low-key resorty town of Windham in the Catskill Mtns of NY. This area is a great fit with AR: rugged country with a pretty sparse population and some mountain biking infrastructure in place that the organizers would make use of later in the race.

We started off at the Windham VFW to begin a 10 AM Saturday to 10 AM Sunday race. We were bused off to the race start in Nickerson Park Campground, where we began by sloshing around in and eventually swimming our way through Schoharie Creek (really a river) for the first 3 checkpoints (CPs). This included scooting along a submerged riverside ledge and then swimming around a bend in the river. Since being overheated is my baseline for most races, I usually enjoy these adventure swims and this was no exception. The only problem was that the "waterproof" map case took on a pint of water during the swim which made the paper maps/instructions tough to manage for the rest of the race.

The agony!
After returning to land, we embarked on a shortish (3-4 mi) orienteering leg through ruggedly sloped Mine Kill State Park. I screwed up finding the first of these CPs, but this turned out to be our only substantial navigation problem of the entire race, which was really fortunate for us.

Photo : NYARA

Next we hopped on our bikes and did a shortish bike-O through the Park before busting out onto roads toward the paddle leg. The course organizers estimated a staggering total elevation gain of around 15,000 ft for this race. Our GPS tracking was a little erroneous so I can't verify this but it probably wasn't too far off. Except for a few sections, it seemed like you were usually ascending or descending something significant.

We paddled on Schoharie Reservoir for about 8 miles, finding the 5 CPs on this scenic body of water. It is a protected reservoir so it is minimally developed. Apparently NYARA co-RD Eric had a heck of a time jumping through bureaucratic hoops to make this happen for us. It was a nice place to paddle, with the mountains as a backdrop for several scenic waterfalls, as well as a nice eagle sighting. The yellow sit-on-top-with-no-backrest kayaks have long been a staple of The Longest Day paddle sections. They are pretty much the least comfortable watercraft you will find.

Penetrating the logjam was an interesting exercise

Breathtaking shot of Bald  Eagle
Although the paddle was a nice break for the legs, after 2 hours or so, we were ready to be done with these boats, and it was back on bikes on quiet country roads for about 12 mi. The rural scenery on the ride from Gilboa through Conesville was like a trip inside a time capsule. Most of the farms, homes and open lands wouldn't have looked much different if you ridden through 40 or 50 years ago; a sort of unintentional historical preservation which can only occur in the absence of an economic incentive to make subdivisions and erect Cumberland Farmses. I liked it. Shortly, however, this reverie was terminated by a big (500 ft) hot, depleting bike climb up to TA4 where we would begin the monster trek.

By far the biggest leg of the race, the monster trek was, for us, an 18 mile, 10 hour hike on and around The Long Path - a length of mostly secluded singletrack trail through the forested mountains of the area. Although the trail skirts many of the mountains along the way, the RDs made sure to remedy that by placing hilltop CPs off-trail as needed, resulting in 10 or so major ascents for the leg. Except for a couple hours, this trek occupied the entire night portion of the race. The woods were fairly open and breezy and temps weren't too bad, making this leg quite tolerable despite the length (and heights). We raced well through the night with no major issues. We were alone for the majority of the time with the exception of trekking with Team NYARA-Breakaway for a mile or so and few brief encounters with other folks. Finding and including a big trek like this, in the northeast, in a 24 hour race, was a major strong point of the race course.

We strode into TA6, in Elm Ridge forest, the site of a nice network of MTB trails, to begin the final bike leg. This was around 4:00 AM. We had until 10:00 AM to make it to the finish line. We had to figure out a route to hit as many CPs as possible in Elm Ridge while still leaving time to ride to back to Windham and make it up and over Cave Mtn before rolling in to the finish line at the VFW. After cramming some fluids, caffeine and calories into our protesting stomachs, we were off. The leg started inauspiciously by me leaving the passport (where we mark all our CP punches) at the TA, costing a little time. Then we were onto the trails. They varied from annoying baby-head fields to rad bermed-out downhill rippers. We were slowed down a little by fatigue and a minor nav mixup but we made it through this section relatively successfully, if on fumes. It was nice to be on full suspension for this bike leg, as even the flowier stuff was chock full o' rocks.

After a short road ride down and UPhill, we arrived at the backside of Cave Mtn. The course finale was a World Cup downhill bike course at Windham Bike Park, on the flip side of the Mtn. As one would expect, ripping downhill from the top of Cave Mtn required that we first ascend it. Our provided route for this was a grass and dirt strip that went directly 1000 vertical ft up the mountain over only 1.5 miles (i.e., steep). We rode a couple short sections but this climb was basically a 30 minute hike-a-bike. The suckiness of this section was unmitigated by anything other than the almost laughable level of suckiness of this section. We put our noses to the grindstone, eventually passed a couple teams, and went up and over the summit around 9:00 - plenty of time to finish.

Although rocketing downward on a professionally built DH course is not in the wheelhouse of most adventure racers, us included, we managed a speedy but safe-enough descent through the park and rolled into the VFW with time to spare.

Photo: North Atlantic Dirt

After the race, we were met with more hospitality from the race crew, volunteers and VFW members, the latter preparing and serving a satisfying breakfast buffet. We came in 7th overall out of 37(?) teams and felt very good about our performance.

This was an amazingly laid out course in a great area for racing with tight race-day organization. We loved this race and give huge kudos to our RD/RO team of Aaron Courain and Eric Caravella, as well as the rest of the race crew, volunteers, VFW and sponsors - thank you!

Tuesday, June 19, 2018

Maine Summer Adventure Race 24 hr, Strong Machine Adventure Racing

This was my 3rd trip north to do the Maine Summer Adventure race organized by our friends at Strong Machine. The 2016 version was an 8-hour race that Mason did with son, Reed.  The 2017 offering was a 10-hour affair we returned for. This year's 24-hour race, like the others, was based out of Hidden Valley Nature Center in Jefferson, ME and featured a Rob and Mason 2-man team. Rob had just come down with a cold but was going to tough it out.

I suffer like a dog (where does that saying come from?) in hot, humid weather so I had been anxiously watching the forecast leading up to the race. It initially looked pretty good but the forecast temps kept creeping up over the course of the week, with some increasing humidity, as I assumed it would. We had just come off a week-long stretch of crisp dry weather and cool clear nights, but I should know that race days will never fall on those kind of days.

So much suffering...
We began at 10:00 AM with a foot navigation stage at HVNC. There were 5 mapped checkpoints (CPs) plus 3 more whose location was revealed on a small map at one of the 5 CPs (which one?)  You could get the 5 CPs in any order, which was a great way to spread the teams out. We started clicking through the CPs and found the 1st map at the 2nd CP, which sent us off to the 3 unrevealed CPs. Unfortunately one of these flags was in the wrong place which led to a big logjam, as teams rolled into the mapped location and fruitlessly searched the area. This was unfortunate but did provide an informal multi-team powwow in the woods. After reaching a consensus that the CP was not there, we gradually dispersed and moved on to the rest of the CPs, which we found without much trouble.

This trekking loop ended back at the HVNC. Concerningly, I had gone through > 1L of water on this 7.5 mi trek despite cooler morning temps. We refilled some water and headed out on the first bike leg which took us on trails out of HVNC and north onto some Maine back roads 17.5 mi to another trekking loop in the Southern Garcelon.  This was a large patch of forest featuring typical New England fare of marshes, little hills and rocky doubletrack trails (ATV/snowmobile - type). After transitioning back to foot mode we headed out. We got off to a pretty solid start, checking off the first 7 CPs over the course of 5 miles of on- and off-trail hiking/jogging.

At this point, it was late afternoon and temps were maxed out. There was also the issue of bugs. The ticks and deer flies were very bad. However, the mosquito situation made the ticks and deer flies seem like a minor annoyance, especially as dusk approached. This was a close second to the worst bugs we've experienced (the worst). As we approached our 7th CP of this leg, which was on the edge of a pond (thank you Strong Machine!), I was craving a quick dip in the water and a water bladder refill. This was a scenic spot and gave us a nice quick respite from the tough conditions which had been provided by nature.

Wellman Pond. An oasis in a hot mosquito hellhole.
Sadly, this was a race and it was quickly time to leave the pond and get some more CPs in the woods, as there were 14 total on this leg. We left this CP with Joe Brautigam and trekked together for a bit before Mason unwisely decided that we should deviate from Joe's route to the next CP. I'll just summarize the rest of this leg:  2 hr 45 min, hundreds of mosquito bites, heavy losses of fluids and electrolytes, 6 miles of trekking/fleeing, and...1 checkpoint found. It was one of those legs that make me wonder why I do this and also puts me in recovery mode (body and morale) for hours afterward.

Following this, I was really looking forward to getting back on the bikes, where there aren't any mosquitoes. We soon passed the 2-man GOALS team who were roadside having tire/tube sidewall issues, and donated a tube to their cause. The bike leg took us back to small roads and was nice for a while but, having run out of water hours ago and eating minimally, I was soon falling off Rob's mercifully conservative pace and getting dropped on every hill. We kept our eyes open and soon spied a couple guys outside at a house who hospitably obliged water bladder refills at the hose. After the usual "what exactly is it that are you doing" conversation we were back on quiet roads and, soon, onto some snowmobile-type trails to get 3 on-trail CPs through unremarkable terrain. Wildlife sighting: Rob flushing a roadside hawk with chipmunk in talons; it couldn't outrun Rob's bike so it had to drop the chipmunk, who scurried away.

Next was another short road ride into the state capital Augusta, which is actually a fairly small town. Despite the recent water refill, I was still in bonk mode and urgently directed us to a McDonalds just off the route where we sacrificed some time to get some additional hydration and substantial calories. Side note: sometime during the last 12-15 years, McDonalds milkshakes became sickly sweet - we had to throw it away.

Looking rough pre-calorie rally.
After a solid hill climb up through residential Augusta, we arrived at the Bond Brook park. There is a knot of twisty rocky singletrack here. There was an enduro race at the park earlier that day (it was 10 PM now). There was supposed to be a taped-off race course with 4 obvious (and therefore unmapped) CPs to find along the way, which sounds fun. Unfortunately, when we got there, the tape had been taken down, it was full dark and we were having trouble determining our location on the convoluted park trail map. We kept re-riding sections and accidentally exiting the trail system into neighboring areas. After 45 minutes of noodling around we hadn't found any CPs but had found the bottom of the hill that led to the park (again). Even though getting at least 2 of the 4 CPs was "mandatory" for final ranking, we decided to cut our losses and move on to the next section.

We whipped downhill to the river and then onto the Kennebec rail trail for some speedy southern riding, picking up a couple CPs on the way to the next TA.  We visited a couple nice-looking riverside towns, including Hallowell, which had a hopping bar scene happening on a warm Saturday midnight and then into Gardiner, where we left our bikes for a quick 5CP urban-O on foot around the sleeping town. This included an interesting rail trestle bridge crossing (inactive, so no Stand By Me moments).

Following the town-O, we boarded canoes for an 11-mile paddle down the flat Kennebec River in the middle of the night. With the McDonalds, pleasant town-O and cool nighttime temps, I was feeling good again and generally enjoyed the calm quiet paddle. Quiet, that is, except for the occasional giant splash from jumping Atlantic Sturgeon (fun facts here).  We passed a number of teams along the way and hit the 2 CPs along the way without issue. As we neared the take-out TA site in Richmond, a lovely sunrise was in full effect, reflecting orange, yellows and purples off the placid river.

After a riverside check-in in Richmond, we paddled 2 minutes out to Swan Island, an ~ 1x4 mile island in the Kennebec. There were about 20 CPs to be found here. The island was forested but had seen extensive logging recently and also had a lot of scratchy invasive undergrowth. Fortunately the bugs were only at the "annoying" level in the early morning hours. We had to closely watch our time on the island because there was still a 15 mile ride to finish that we needed to allow for. We did fairly well here, grabbing another 7 CPs before running back to the canoe. Wildlife sighting: fawn scooting across the trail in front of us.

High tide at CP 34
Early morning beaver pond

After the quick canoe trip back to shore, we were back on bikes to the finish line, finding 2 easy CPs over the 1:15 trip to the finish line, with plenty of time to spare.

The food at the finish line was fantastic: blueberry pancakes, local maple syrup, sausages and fresh fruit hit the spot. The top finish went to the surging Rootstock Racing team, with Untamed New England as a close second. We did not have a good race, but are certainly grateful for the work put in by the organizers and volunteers. I'm sure we'll be back.

Tuesday, May 15, 2018

Sylvan 12-hour Adventure Race, Nockamixon-Tohickon PA

Mason and son Reed headed down to PA on a family road trip.  We were racing the new offering from Rootstock - the 12 hour Sylvan Adventure race. On the drive in we were enjoying the historic pastoral and natural beauty of the region. Lengthy showers the night before the race guaranteed a pretty soaked course but  race day would be mostly rain-free and comfy temps.

After a bus ride to the southern tip of Lake Nockamixon, we began with a short trail running prologue, finding 3 nearby checkpoints while navigating solo. Reed had no problem on his CP and we quickly geared up for the first proper leg of the race.  This leg consisted of finding CPs in a wooded, loosely residential area and around some trails adjacent to Tohickon Creek. Between some questionable nav techniques employed by Dad and a preponderance of slow thorny underbrush, we did not get off to a stellar start. The nav got a bit easier at the end of the leg and we checked off the last 5 CPs without any significant delays, en route to TA1.

Hard won verdant CP3 which we gained via the difficult southern traverse - 400m of brushy thorny undergrowth.
Reed punching in a cute CP location. 
Reed displaying his freakishly large left hand.         Mandated photo credit: Cliff White
We rolled into the TA feeling good and ready for some thorn-free paddling. This was not exactly the case however, as the canoe paddle of Lake Nockamixon incorporated many inland CPs which you accessed from the shore.  Teams could split up here and strategize a way to quickly obtain the dispersed CPs, but on a team of 2 the options were pretty limited. I was also not relishing the idea of explaining my plan to leave our son out alone on the lake, while I ran around in the woods, to Mom afterward; this would clearly fail the "Tabloid Headline Test" of responsible parenting, should anything go amiss.

Steep put-in. Trying not to run Reed over with the boat.          Credit: JS O'Connor Photography

After a little tentative probing of the shores, we quickly got our lake-nav mojo working and started picking off shoreline CPs. We then crossed over to the other side of the lake, navved perfectly to another CP before heading off to the "Ladies Room" CP.  This CP, which could have been a cinch if you approached from the S/SW, became a huge time-suck as we backtracked on muddy trail and fought our way through the brush and copious poison ivy around an abandoned building of some kind; laboriously exploring every outbuilding except the Ladies Room. By the time we located it and punched the CP, I looked at my watch and saw that we would have to go full-gas to the next TA to make the 3:00 PM cutoff. After some inspired paddling, it became clear we would not make the cutoff, so we grabbed a final mandatory CP and arrived 13 minutes late to the canoe take-out. The penalty for missing the cutoff was that we would be ranked behind all of the other teams that made the cutoff, which happened to be all of the other teams. Not a big deal to us, as our final ranking is not a matter of high concern; we were just happy that we could continue on and finish the course.

Quick inland run for a CP while Reed checks his delts.

Son's scenic slippery surface scramble

Reed culverteering

Primo trail conditions around the "Ladies Room"
Inviting "Ladies Room"

Definitely not making that time cutoff.           Credit: JS O'Connor Photography

TA activities                         Credit:  JS O'Connor Photography

At this point I left my camera in the pouch of my PFD, so there are no more pics of the course.

We left the TA on bikes and entered the Nockamixon MTB trail system which was amazing. Though muddy, the trails were fast flowy and smooth (i.e., not New England) with multiple groomed pump track sections. We had a lot of fun in here, logging 7 miles of buttery singletrack and finding plenty of CPs along the way.  Following this was a 9-mile road ride including pretty historic bucolic riverside dirt and paved roads and easyish nav before emerging back in the Tohickon area for the final leg.

Arriving at the final TA, we had 1 hr 45mins to spend before the 8:00 PM finish time. We used this time to hustle along the trails and forests of Tohickon Valley Park, efficiently finding another 6 CPs. Reed was especially impressive here, after 11 hours of racing, keeping up with my strenuous last-hour pace and driving the decision to grab the last 1 or 2 CPs rather than playing it safe and heading in with a time cushion.

We had a great day out on the course, exploring this prickly yet scenic area of Pennsylvania.  Thanks to Rootstock for again providing a great racing experience for me and Reed. They get extra kudos for providing really nice race shirts and and excellent social media race coverage for family and friends.

Thursday, March 8, 2018

Frigid Infliction, Bolton Valley, Vermont, 3/2/2018

After missing the 2017 version, we were excited to return to Bolton Valley for another Frigid Infliction organized by the reliable GMARA. The new format is basically a 2-sport ROGAINE (snowshoeing and XC skiing) which requires a minimum amount of each discipline but leaves the rest of the decision-making (route/order, modality) to the team.  This has 2 advantages: 1) Emphasizing smart route choice; and 2) minimizing the inherent problem of follow-the-leader's tracks to the CP. There were 21 1-point CPs and 6 trickier 3-point CPs.

Although snowfall had been minimal, the area received 3-6 additional inches within a few days of the race, making for quite good ski conditions. Weather was mild and consistent in the 25-35 F range and mostly cloudy.

We began at 7:00 on snowshoes for a long loop that would encompass most of the western CPs.  We had some early trouble as we attempted to follow scenic Joiner Brook downstream to connect 2 streamside CPs. A steep gorge just upstream of our target led to some sketchy route choices, extremely slow travel and a damaged snowshoe (Rob) which soon came completely apart.

One of many Joiner Brook crossings. We managed to keep dry feet.

Entering the sketchy part of the gorge

After this, we progressed steadily through the CPs, with only a few minor delays and one more significant delay. The significant delay was at bonus (3 point) CP E. This was one of 3 CPs that cost us a bunch of time, along with CP3 and CP5 (on the subsequent ski leg).  All were in steep brushy terrain; the steepness, minimal snow cover and areas of iced-over slopes really delayed us as we tried to search out the flag in our low-traction XC ski boots, often while carrying skis and poles. Leaving the microspikes behind was a big mistake - exacerbating the effects of the steep, icy surfaces we frequently encountered.

Ice-encrusted ascent to BP D

The snowshoe leg took longer than expected and, as we were finishing up, we had to concern ourselves with the amount of time remaining. We next needed to complete an XC ski loop which included at least 5 CPs. To be safe, we skipped one of our snowshoe CPs and scooted down to race HQ, picking up a final easy, on-trail CP along the way. We also visited a fun bonus CP, a high-wire ropes course element which gave us each a couple minutes to rest and eat and a quick 30' belayed descent back to the ground.

Ladies and gentlemen, Race Director Mr. Shawn Freebern on belay!

Steep, dense, slippery terrain typical of the 3 CPs that gave us trouble.  Also, the flags were less than conspicuously hung, as seen above (but we found them, dammit)

Our XC leg was blemished by the aforementioned CPs 3 and 5, but the actual skiing parts were pretty fun and not too extreme in terms of undesired downhill velocity. We finished the loop with 20 minutes to spare, giving us time to grab one more point near the finish line - an easy, on-trail 10 minute round-tripper. We finished with about 8 minutes left until the 8-hour time cutoff.

In the end, we covered 14+ miles, about 4700 ft of elevation gain and bagged a total of 29 points. We had a fairly good showing; the 3 very prolonged CP searches being our downfall. The upside is that all 3 were eventually found. The worst thing in AR is taking forever searching for a CP and never finding it (at least, that's what I've been told). Casualties included Rob's unusable snowshoe (he one-shoed most of the first leg) as well as 2 broken ski poles (Rob, Mase).  After the race, we rehydrated with free beer and cheap coffee, interrupted by filling up on tasty catered dinner, before the 3 hour drive home.

Thanks as always to our friends at GMARA, the volunteers and the race sponsors. We'll be back for more chilly challenges next year.

Tuesday, December 5, 2017

2 Rivers Adventure Race, Wilmington DE area, 12/2/2017

Doing another adventure race was Reed's preferred mode of [parentally mandated] exercise for the 2nd half of the year. Obviously, I was more than fine with this choice and began to look for a suitable event. We certainly found a good race when we chose Rootstock Racing's 2 Rivers AR as our next event. There was a little uncertainty about what I was dragging my 14-year old into for 12 hours in December: would it be 35 and sleeting? 55 and sunny? Thankfully it was much closer to the latter on race day, limiting his race-day hypothermia to a few brief periods.

I picked Reed up early from school and we drove 7 hours to our hotel the night before the race. A 4:10AM alarm woke us in time to hit Denny's before the bike drop. Despite the apparent need for a security guard stationed in the restaurant, we had a quiet meal and fueled up on cheap pancakes. On the way to the bike drop, we were treated to site of a giant orange "supermoon" moonset - wow.

At the frosty race registration (and future finish line), we geared up, got a look at the maps and huddled in the heated car as long as we could before boarding buses back to the bike drop. The finish line was situated among rolling fields and historic barns and farmhouses in a scenic highbrow (think DuPont money) agrarian landscape. The last leg of the race would be a "farmgaine' through these properties. Major kudos to race organizers Abby and Brent for securing access to this unique terrain.

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Photo: Vlad Bukalo

After a quick jog on frosty gravel, we were off on bikes in the White Clay Creek State Park in Newark. These trails were FUN! So flowy and smooth - what a contrast with New England. I swear there were maybe seven rocks in the whole park. Our initial plan was to skip a section of this park, but once we experienced the rad trail conditions and found the CPs coming fairly quickly, that plan changed.

Following this section we rode to the canoe put-in. This involved a 6 mile ride through a busy commercial and residential area, down to the tidal Christina River.

The river would lead us 8 miles to downtown Wilmington. It was a bit of a slog in the canoe which handled like a bathtub in the early miles as we worked against a mild current. It required near-constant corrective steering to track straight. If I looked at the map or spaced out for a couple seconds, we began to fly off left or right. Things improved a bit later in the paddle, as the tide switched. Along the way we grabbed several CPs in the reedy side channels and hunted for a specimen of wild rice, which was required for us to get credit for a CP on the leg.

New racer with an accomplished paddle
We, along with several other teams, bungled the approach to the take-out, necessitating some extra canoe-wrangling in order to end up at the approved spot. By this time, the sun had ducked behind the clouds and Reed was really cold from our wet river trip. We took some extra time at the TA to get him clothed and dry, as much as possible. The race organizers had transported a small bag of our dry clothes to this point and we were glad to pull on dry socks and shoes.

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Photo: Vlad Bukalo

We grabbed food and ate as we began the next leg, trekking along the riverwalk into Wilmington and picking up a few CPs along the way.

Once in downtown Wilmington the urban-O course really began. We found a dozen CPs in the city and recorded a clue at most of them, typically historical info found on art (statues) and architecture around town. The CPs were sited in differing parts of town, including poor residential areas, which provided an appreciated balanced tour of the city, rather than simply presenting the tourist-friendly highlights.

At one point Reed really needed to use the bathroom but the area we were in for 30+ mins was primarily small residences and the occasional tiny corner store/restaurant. We asked a few places and eventually got a yes at the Mt. Zion Miracle Station Church which was unlocked for an afternoon service. The kind folks there also invited us to come back anytime after the race and gave us a church leaflet, which we stowed in the map case. At the end of this leg, we trotted along the river in the pleasant Brandywine Park en route to the next TA  under towering I-95, in the scenic peri-urban river valley.

After switching to bike mode in the waning daylight (3:30 in December), we began the 2nd bike leg, which would take us out of Wilmington toward the finish line, just across the state line in PA. I had several nav bobbles on this leg which was actually very simple; not sure what my problem was. Basically we trucked along a road and then a long linear trail into Brandywine Creek State Park as night fell and the big fat moon rose. There was a second bike trail orienteering section available here, but there were dozens of CPs to be had on the farmgaine leg, which we were most interested in, so we skipped the bike-O and headed into the fields. This was a very fun leg - working through fields, trails and patches of forest and finding antique farm structures. The highlights were Reed spotting a couple silent deer silhouetted on a nearby ridge and trekking without headlamps for a bit in the bright moonlight. The lowlights were some continued inconsistent nav and bits of bad luck and near misses. We did not end up covering that much of the farmlands, unfortunately, and time was getting tight.  Throughout the race, Reed had been his usual able, agreeable race-buddy self and was fine with jogging whenever I suggested it. Because I was getting nervous about time, we jogged most of the last half hour.

I knew there was a ford of the Brandywine Creek near the end, which I was secretly hoping to have to do, although I wasn't sure how it would work into our route plans. As time dwindled, I got my wish - we found the site of the ford with only about 30 minutes left on the clock and there was no good route option, in the time allotted, other than to ford the creek. It wasn't bad - no more than thigh deep and not icy cold, maybe 25m across - and was a fun highlight to the leg. Once across, we waded a small creek, found our last CP, bushwhacked some odd humpy vegetation, and jogged up to the big barn to finish with ~10 minutes to spare. We covered just under 45 miles on the day.

Reed emerging unscathed from the deeper first part of the ford

This was a great 12 hour course - Reed's longest race so far. The varied and interesting terrain made for a great day. While the initial mountain biking was terrific, the urban-O and farmgaine, not typical AR activities, were equally enjoyed. Thanks Rootstock Racing for a great race weekend.

Wednesday, August 9, 2017

8/5/17 Race the Phantom - 24hr - New Brunswick, CA

Because of a conflict with work, we switched from the 40hr option to the 24hr race, which worked out fine b/c none of the other teams really wanted to do the 40 and so it was cancelled and all 8 teams were on the 24 hr course.

We were running a little late for the 4:00 PM start and then -Surprise!- lost an additional hour at the US-CAN border time change. So - very hasty unorganized gear-up, facilitated by the very helpful race staff. We then learned that we would have 5 min staggered starts. We got lucky and received the last spot which gave us an additional 40 min to get ready. 

The race format was bike-trek-river canoe-bike. The initial bike looked like maybe a 7-8 hr thing and it was humid so we brought plenty of water.

It was nice to have the last starting position and have all of the other teams in front of us. We passed the first couple on the way to CP1. From here we made the decision to do a northern 500m+ bikewhack which would save maybe 5km of riding the dirt logging roads (that's what all of the riding was on). Not a good decision. The woods up here are pretty hellish off-trail. Its all brushy and small trees (forestry land) and very slow. This alone made the bikewhack decision a bad one, but then we were lost for a long time afterward. There were all these skidder tracks of varying age and passability (none rideable) that we were confusing with logging roads and nothing seemed to line up with the map. Eventually we made our way out by going in the general direction of the nearest main road, but we had lost hours on anyone who out-and-backed it to CP1.

So many sweet route options to choose from

"That swarm of swamp hornets ahead, maybe they're not the kind that stings"

Vain attempt at keeping feet dry

Once we disentangled ourselves and got back to riding the dirt roads, we did fairly well riding to and finding the other CPs on this leg (7 total plus a bonus). Our other screwups were a 200m misplot of one of the CPs (edge of map trick) which led to an hour of needless bushwhacking, and blowing by CP7 which we realized 4km later - necessitating a backtrack. By this point a downpour was in full effect; not a bad thing on this humid night. With our mistakes and the overall length of the leg (we rode 121 km), we rolled into TA1 at around 11 hours, loosely in first place.

Not a ton of views in this region but this hilly area was pretty scenic.

After a long TA, it was time to head out on the trek. The RDs had laid out an ambitious trek that, because of the length of the bike, would see little use. This was a shame because there was a feast of warm food and drink waiting at a distant trek CP that no one had time to visit.

There is a scoring/ranking peculiarity about RTP in which the first criterion of ranking is how long you stayed on the full course - how many CPs you get from the start without skipping one, rather than total number of CPs. This led to some convoluted thought processes about how to secure our lead for the remainder of the race. Basically, there was no guaranteed strategy for winning at this point and so best approach was just continued full gas racing for 24 hrs, prioritizing the early CPs.

We found the first trek CP (8) without much trouble and headed toward CP10 which we knew from last years race, would entail some diabolical bushwhacking through evergreen thickets, raspberries and other brush.
We then headed up a trail and into the most heinous cloud of deer flies and mosquitoes that any of us has experienced before. We trekked with them for the next few hours. We spent about 30 mins searching an area, verifying the plotting and reconsidering the wording of the clue for CP9, while in combat with the DEET-proof bugs, until we had to give up the search and make a long trek back to TA in order to leave time to finish the race. Since we didn't find CP9, this left us vulnerable to any team that cleared the bike leg (there were 2 or 3 other teams that did) and who were able to find CPs 8 and 9 on the trek, even if we had more total CPs.  

This was another long TA. We were pretty beat and dehydrated and no one had been eating well, so we needed to stop and rally for the finish, in the improving morning weather. When the staff asked if we'd like an espresso, morale definitely notched up. This leg was a canoe through the southern part of Spednic Lake and then (via portage) onto the St. Croix river. I actually enjoyed this leg. The frequent sections of mild-moderate rapids and protruding rocks kept you on alert and helped pass the time. By late morning, the humidity was also gone and we had a breezy sunny day to enjoy the pretty river. No paddle CPs.

We got to the takeout with about 3 hours to complete a 30km bike leg which had 2 CPs available. We proceeded to the first CP without any major problems. The chamois region was feeling pretty bad for most of us during this ride and our legs were something less than fresh, with the big bike leg earlier and inadequate calorie intake. On the way to the CP, the RDs buzzed up behind us on dirtbikes to hand me my bike odometer which had popped off on a hill early on the leg. In this race, the race staff really take care of the racers by doing this kind of stuff whenever they get the chance. These little things really make a difference in the overall take-away feeling from the race. 

After the CP, we heard a loud pop and found that Nicks rear derailleur had exploded for no apparent reason. This was a little serious. We were still about 12km out from the finish line with maybe 1.5 hrs of time left. We now knew we could not go for the other CP and that we would have to make Nick's bike rideable ASAP and bust it to the finish in order to not go overtime. 

The repair job just barely did the trick, allowing Nick to pedal a bit while being towed by Rob, and me doing my best to hang on to the train. Luckily, the trail we were on was pretty fast and smooth. We had to traverse one washed out bridge section and then we were onto smooth terrain to the finish, with 13 mins to spare. Good enough for the win.

Human and mechanical post-race carnage.
We really like the Natural Selection AR folks. We're not there because we love excoriating bushwhacks, endless logging roads and hordes of bugs. The small, warm and friendly homegrown vibe is what brings us back to this race. Post race goodies hit the spot: homemade lobster rolls, mussels, corn-on-the-cob, fresh fruit and plenty more. This was followed by sitting around and swapping AR stories around a keg of Picaroon's, and then a welcome night of sleep camped out next to Spednic Lake in the cool breezy weather.