Sunday, October 26, 2014

The Bear 100: Taper, Race Day, and Recovery

Wow, looks like I got really behind. I'll post photos for the last month or so sometime this week I think...

Week in Review: October 20-26

Monday, October 20th
OFF

Tuesday, October 21st  
OFF

Wednesday, October 22nd  
OFF

Thursday, October 23rd
PM—2.8 Miles—1:16—1,600’—1st Spyronêtte  
After the 11 hour drive from Missouri I went directly to Chautauqua where I was suited up and on the trails in less than five minutes. My legs felt like hell after being crammed in the Taco for so long, but they eventually loosened up. This was a fun little race against the dwindling sunlight. I decided to head up the 1st Flatironette, The Spy, and the North Arête of the 1st Flatiron. I’ll be taking a page out of Cordis’ book and refer to this route as The 1st Spyronêtte in the future…

Friday, October 24th
AM—10 Miles—4:37—5,150’—1st Spyronêtte, Sunset Flatironette, Stairway to Heaven, The Regency, 2nd Flatiron
Just a fun day of scrambling whatever routes came to mind. I intended to shimmy up the 2nd after Sunset Flatironette, but some stomach problems led me to descend to the bathrooms where the Mesa Trail splits off from the access trails to the 3rd Flatiron and Royal Arch. Since I was already down at the Mesa Trail I decided to head to Skunk Canyon for an ascent of Stairway to Heaven. On my way back to the north I decided to sneak up The Regency real before heading back to the 2nd Flatiron for a quick lap up the Freeway. I was pretty dehydrated when it was all said and done…

Saturday, October 25th
AM—10.5 Miles—4:58—6,150’—1st  Spyronêtte, 2nd Flatiron (x4), 1st Flatiron
Another fun day of scrambling even though it ended up being really hot. The goal was to go for eight hours and see how much vert I could get, but the heat was enough to make me call it at five hours. I did get in a new route on the 1st—East Face North.

Sunday, October 26th
AM—2.8 Miles—1:18—1,600’—1st Flatironette and 1st Flatiron
Easy ascent on really tired legs. For some reason I decided to skimp on The Spy this morning. I had the pleasure of downclimbing to an audience of middle-aged ladies as they gasped and made confidence boosting comments like “I hope he doesn’t fall, I don’t want to see someone die this morning.” They must have been shouting because I can’t hear for shit and it sounded like they were right beside me.


Weekly Totals
Miles—26
Time—12 hours 10 minutes
Elevation Gain—14,500 feet




Week in Review: October 13-19

Monday, October 13th
AM—3 Miles—1:25—800’—Beaver Creek Ski Resort Hike
Easy hike with a friend.

PM—2 Miles—0:46—1,300’—2nd Flatiron
Easy trip up the Freeway.

Tuesday, October 14th
AM—4 Miles—2:36—2,050’—Lost Porch and Stairway to Heaven
David Ponak and I headed out from NCAR and got in a warm-up scramble on the Lost Porch. Then we headed up Skunk Canyon to see what Stairway to Heaven was all about. It ended up being a pretty sweet route. We had a rope and harness in tow in case the downclimb looked less than ideal. David rapped off and I downclimbed off the east face. The downclimb was a walk down for most of the way until the bottom 20-30 feet, which were pretty lichen covered.

Wednesday, October 15th
AM—3 Miles—2:22—2,600’—1st Spyronêtte, Sunset Flatironette, Jaws Bailout, and 2nd Flatiron
Fun morning of scrambling, with the notable exception of Jaws. That lichen covered bastard left me a little terrified after almost taking a ~50 feet slide down the face of the slab. I ended up bailing about three-quarters of the way across it.

PM—2.5 Miles—0:51—1,500’—3rd Flatiron Time Trial with Satan’s Minions
During my morning outing I got a text from Dave Mackey inviting me to join the Minions on their time trial tonight. The only hesitation I had was with the rapp off the summit since I’ve only rapped twice before in my life. I felt like a bit of a jackass for asking one of the guys on the summit to double check me before I began the rapp, but better safe than sorry. I didn’t have any gloves so I wrapped the rope around my leg and took the descent pretty slow to avoid rope burn. I was hoping to sneak in under 50 minutes, but I had to wait for a few minutes at the summit to get a rope to rapp on.

Thursday, October 16th  
PM—5.5 Miles—0:35—0’—Orrick Roads
Felt like stretching the legs out after driving 11 hours.

Friday, October 17th
OFF

Saturday, October 18th
AM—7 Miles—0:58—0’—Orrick Roads
Flat and boring. The usual…

Sunday, October 19th
OFF


Weekly Totals
Miles—27
Time—9 hours 35 minutes
Elevation Gain—8,250 feet




Week in Review: October 6-12

Monday, October 6th
AM—7 Miles—3:06—3,000’—Squaw Peak (Provo, UT)
Easy hike on tired legs. Awesome fall colors everywhere!

Tuesday, October 7th  
PM—4.5 Miles—1:14—900’—Hidden Valley (Moab, UT)
My legs are still pretty tired from the past two races. So, I just meandered around Hidden Valley as the sun faded away.

Wednesday, October 8th  
AM—7.5 Miles—2:23—2,700’—Haystack Mountain (11,651’), Point 11,264’, Point 11,614’, and Manns Peak (12,272’)
Fun day exploring around the La Sals. I’m hoping I can sneak in a linkup of all the 12,000+ feet peaks before snow rolls in this fall.

Thursday, October 9th
OFF

Friday, October 10th
AM—9 Miles—5:25—4,400’—Mount Elbert (14,433’)
I met a random guy from Iowa who was trying to get up Elbert as his first 14er. He looked lost and aimless in the limited visibility. So, I abandoned my goal of getting up-and-down in a timely manner to drag him to the summit and back. Really SLOW day…

Saturday, October 11th  
AM—16.5 Miles—3:43—3,600’—Peak Six (Breckenridge, CO)
A nice run with Mike Ambrose. We were both feeling a bit beat down so we took the pace pretty easy. I think we topped out on Peak 6 (or maybe Peak 7?) before doing an off-trail descent. We did a short loop from the trailhead to add on a few extra miles and I ended up seeing my first moose out in the wild.

Sunday, October 12th
AM—6.5 Miles—3:24—3,400’—Mount Victoria and Peak One Bailout (Frisco, CO)
I got together with Mike Ambrose and one of his friends with the intention of ascending Peak One. Once we gained the ridge we were hit with howling winds and blinding snow. The guys bailed since they didn’t have the clothing for pushing on. I decided to keep going and at least get Mount Victoria. I decided to bail after Victoria since I couldn’t really see anything. The footprints I had just made a few minutes prior were already gone.


Weekly Totals
Miles—51
Time—19 hours 17 minutes
Elevation Gain—18,000 feet




Week in Review: September 29 – October 5

Monday, September 29th 
AM—2 Miles—0:47—300’—Bonneville Shoreline Trail (Bountiful, UT)
Easy hike with Tim with maybe a half-mile of really easy jogging.

Tuesday, September 30th
OFF—Lounged on the couch and watched Netflix all day

Wednesday, October 1st
AM—5 Miles—2:03—1,500’—Holbrook Canyon (Bountiful, UT)
Mellow hike up canyon with Tim. Some easy running on the way back. My legs felt good enough that I’m debating signing up for TNF50 in Park City this weekend.

Thursday, October 2nd  
PM—3 Miles—0:38—1,000’—Lake Blanche Trail (Big Cottonwood Canyon, UT)
Really mellow run/hike on my way up to Park City.

Friday, October 3rd
OFF—Lazy day in Park City

Saturday, October 4th
AM—50 Miles—10:24—13,500’—TNF EC 50 Miler (Park City, UT)
My legs felt a lot better than I expected, but they were still pretty tired. I kept the effort mellow all day until the last twelve miles or so. Then I picked up the pace the last 4-5 miles. With a little under two miles to go I started running 5:30 pace or faster trying to catch the guy in front of me. I closed the gap considerably, but he still finished four seconds in front of me. I would have been reallllly happy to sneak in under ten hours, but it just wasn’t happening this soon after The Bear 100. I’ll likely return to this race next year since it’s a gorgeous course that’s nearly 100% runnable on fresh legs.

Sunday, October 5th
OFF—Drank beer and ate pizza


Weekly Totals
Miles—60
Time—13 hours 52 minutes
Elevation Gain—16,300 feet




Week in Review: September 22-28

Monday, September 22nd
AM—4 Miles—2:45—1,700’—Clayton Peak (10,721’) near Brighton, UT
An easy hike up and down with Adele from Guardsman Pass. It actually felt really nice to just go at an easy pace with good company. Looked like it was trying to rain all day, but we managed to stay dry.

PM—Climbing at Momentum Climbing Gym in SLC—I hadn’t climbed anything harder than 5.9 in a while. So, I was pleased to shimmy up some 10.d’s without much effort. I’ve definitely lost all climbing endurance I had back in June. It didn’t take long for me to be wiped out…

Tuesday, September 23rd
AM—10.5 Miles—2:02—2,000’—Pinebrook Peak
Easy shakeout run on some cruiser singletrack. Fall colors everywhere!

Wednesday, September 24th
OFF—Climbing in Rock Canyon near Provo, UT—Intended to climb the 5.9 PG-13 sport route Red Dwarf, but accidentally hopped between it and the nearby 5.8 trad route Leave It to Beaver. Oops…Climbing slabs in the dark is interesting to say the least.

Thursday, September 25th 
PM—2 Miles—0:15—300’—Roads near Bear Lake Condo
Easy shakeout run to celebrate finishing packing my drop bags.

Friday, September 26th
All Day—100 Miles—29:12—22,500’—The Bear 100 Mile Endurance Run
Well, my first stop on the 100 Mile DNF Redemption Tour was a success (sort of)! I dropped at mile 62 of The Bear last year. Quitting wasn’t really an option this year since I was determined to finally get a Hardrock qualifier.

The day started off unbelievably hot—almost 70 at the 6am start—and would top out somewhere in the mid-to-upper 80’s. After being in the Colorado High Country all summer these temperatures are just too hot for me.

Though the ultimate goal was to just finish, I did initially have hopes of sneaking in between 23-24 hours. Those hopes faded somewhere around 40 miles into the day. The heat took its toll on me and I just couldn’t eat much of anything. I was incredibly nauseous and on the verge of throwing up during most of the daylight hours. Simply thinking of food caused me to throw up a little on more than one occasion. Temple Fork aid station (around mile 45) had ice-cold lemonade, which sounded delicious. So, I filled both of my handhelds with it and took off down the road only to soon realize that every time I drank the lemonade I’d throw up. I ended up pushing on to Tony Grove (mile 52) without drinking or eating anything for about six miles. I was pretty wrecked upon arrival at Tony Grove…

When night finally fell I was hoping for a relief in the temperature, but it stayed fairly warm until after midnight. A long-sleeve Smartwool shirt with the sleeves rolled up and the front unzipped halfway was sufficient until it started to rain. I was actually looking forward to the storm rolling in since I wanted to finally be able to put on my rain jacket and leave it on for good. Yes, the rain did turn the trails/roads into a muddy mess, but I don’t think it was nearly as bad as people have made it out to be. I think the mud at the Black Hills 50 I ran earlier this summer was considerably worse. The mud also provided a couple of amusing shit show descents, which I thoroughly enjoyed. Maybe it’s because these descents perfectly coincided with moments in the race where my legs felt quite peppy? Regardless, I had a blast cruising down the mud, glissading here-and-there, falling several times, and basically just running like a little kid with a big smile on my face.

For some reason, I decided to go at this race alone—no crew, no pacers—but as Chris Gerber said, “No crew, no pacers, no problems.” A hundred miles is a long ways to cover, especially when you’re alone for 75% or more of it. Once the heat had its way with me the thought of quitting was in my head up to the point I reached Beaver Creek aid station at mile 85—about a 50 mile stretch where I didn’t want to go any longer. I was lucky enough to see familiar faces in all of the right places.

The generosity of others started before race day with my buddy Phil delivering a brand new pair of New Balance Leadville 1210’s to my hotel. Phil would be present at aid stations throughout the day and was always cheering me on.

I rolled into Right Hand Fork aid station (mile 37) when things were starting to fall apart and heard a voice yell my name. I was excited to see Darcy Piceu and she seemed equally excited to take on crewing duties for me. Darcy is not only one of the best ultrarunners around, but she’s also one of the nicest people you’ll ever meet. So, seeing her at RH Fork was much welcomed.

About fifteen miles later I rolled into Tony Grove (mile 52) ready to drop. The heat beat the hell out of me and I hadn’t drank/ate anything in several hours. To make things worse, I was charged by a goddamn cow during the descent to Tony Grove. Luckily, I saw Meghan Hicks (who had just finished Tour de Geants). She jumped into crewing for me and said everything I needed to hear to keep pushing onward rather than drop. When Bryon Powell rolled in she took care of crewing him, but my buddy Robbie Pike was right there to take care of me in her absence. I made a half-joking comment (well, actually I think I wasn’t serious at all when I made the comment) about needing a beer and Robbie was back in less than a minute with a beer in my hand. This guy is good. No, this guy is great. Hopefully I get into Hardrock next year and am lucky enough to fully utilize him as a crew and pacer.

Towards the end of the race I fell back from the familiar faces and went through a few aid stations without friends there to remove the thoughts of dropping from my head. Surprisingly, it became easier to convince myself to keep trudging along as the miles slowly crept by. I reached Beaver Creek Campground (Mile 85) in my most physically miserable state since earlier in the heat of the day. The skies opened a few miles before reaching the aid station. Though I had on my rain jacket, the rain began so abruptly that I wasn’t able to get on my rain pants soon enough. Since my jacket was on over my UD race vest that had my pants I decided to wait until the aid station to put on my pants. My legs ended up soaked and freezing, but it was better than having my entire body soaked and cold. I spent a considerable amount of time warming up and putting on more clothes at this aid station. Here, I met Erin Gibbs for the first time. She was staying in the same condo as me, but our paths hadn’t crossed yet. It was great to have her there with some words of encouragement.

When I finally left Beaver Creek CG I couldn’t really muster anything beyond the pace that’s just slightly faster than a death march. Near the top of the ascent I saw a few guys gaining on me. At the crest of the hill I began a painfully slow shuffle downhill to try holding them off. When they passed I realized it was Eric Lee and his runner, which motivated me a little more to see if my legs had anything left in them. I was able to pick up my cadence a bit and keep up with them. Eventually, I was able to turn my legs over even more and drop them on the way to Ranger Dip aid (mile 92).

While rolling into Ranger Dip I was greeted by Meghan again. We both had puzzled looks on our faces when we saw each other. I was wondering when I passed Bryon since he passed me at Tony Grove and she seemed surprised that I hadn’t dropped or wasn’t just death marching in to barely beat the cutoff. Meghan jogged into the aid station with me and was kind enough to crew me one more time. I shed my rain jacket and pants since I was starting to get hot, downed a couple of breakfast burritos, and chatted for a few minutes. Eventually, I headed up to tackle the last climb of the day—about a 600’ ascent over a half-mile, I think.

I could definitely smell the barn at this point and my legs seemed to sense the end being near. So, I proceeded to cruise up this short grunt of an ascent. Once I topped out I noticed two runners just below me and caught up to them rather quickly. The runners were Gerbster and Kari. I remember Kari making a comment that led me to believe her legs were rather shot.

Near the beginning of the long descent into Fish Haven the skies opened up again and it rained for the rest of the race. So, I could either tip-toe through the mud and prolong the misery of being cold and wet without rain gear or I could run hard and get the damn thing over. I chose to run hard (well, run as hard as I could 90+ miles into the day). This entire descent was a muddy shit show, which ended up being extremely enjoyable on my newly revived legs. I proceeded to glissade, zig-zag, and belly flop my way down the muddy trails/roads and even passed 3-4 other people in the process. Once I hit the dirt road leading into Fish Haven I tried running even harder to make sure no one would pass me in the final stretch. These two miles on the road seemed to drag on-and-on…

After 29 hours and 12 minutes I finally crossed the finish line. Not exactly what I set out to do, but I finished and got my Hardrock 100 qualifier…  

Saturday, September 27th
Still Running The Bear…

Sunday, September 28th
OFF—My legs were a little sore, but not too bad. Later in the day I had to fight the urge to run. Fortunately, it was raining and that discouraged me from putting on the shorts and shoes…


Weekly Totals
Miles—116.5
Time—34 hours 15 minutes
Elevation Gain—26,500 feet




Week in Review: September 15-21

Monday, September 15th
AM—3 Miles—2:06—2,400’—2nd Flatiron (x3)
My legs felt pretty shaky this morning. So, I decided to stick to the Freeway route for a few laps rather than commit to having to downclimb off the 3rd or anything like that. On my first lap, I saw a guy way to the right of the slab who said he was bailing since he didn’t know the route. I invited him to follow me and proceeded to show him the correct path. So, the first lap up was a bit slow, but enjoyable since I had company along the way. After parting ways with Sam I continued to do two more laps on the
Freeway—11:30 and 9:35.

Tuesday, September 16th
AM—5 Miles—2:08—3,200’—2nd Flatiron Time Trial, 1st Flatironette, 2nd Flatiron
I took off from Chautauqua with intentions of doing some sort of linkup; figuring I’d hit the 2nd first as a warmup. I wasn’t lacking energy, but for some reason my legs just felt really heavy this morning. As I neared the base of the 2nd I realized that I was going to PR my approach to the slab. I reached the base in 10:59 and ran straight onto the rock without hesitation. My scrambling felt pretty good the entire way and I eventually reached the walk-off in 20:36 (9:37 split). So, I decided to run back to the Chautauqua trailhead in an effort to beat my previous PR of 34:28. After 13:20 of descending I made it back to the trailhead with a roundtrip time of 33:57. I spent about ten minutes chugging water before heading back up to tag the 1st Flatironette and getting in another lap on the Freeway. I managed to shimmy up the Freeway in 8:41 this time (another new PR). I’m pretty optimistic that I’ll be able to shave off some more time on some of these routes as soon as temperatures begin to drop.

Wednesday, September 17th
PM—4 Miles—1:14—2,400’—Green Mountain
A nice late afternoon trip up Green with Jeff. I always enjoy joining JV for a run because it’s almost always a guarantee that we’ll ascend/descend via some non-standard route. Today we ascended via the social trail behind the 3rd and descended some trails around the NE Ridge before coming out behind the 1st and following the main access trail back to the parking lot. I’ve descended this route with Jeff before and love it—short, steep, and direct.

Thursday, September 18th 
AM—4 Miles—2:44—2,900’—1st Flatironette, The Spy, 1st Flatiron, 2nd Flatiron, and 3rd Flatiron
This was a fun morning out on the slabs. I started out by tackling the 400-foot South Ridge of the 1st Flatironette. I hopped off the summit, descended a little ways, and found a short climb up to the East Ridge of The Spy. Joining The Spy from this point makes for a short scramble (maybe 200 feet?), but it’s a fun, exposed scramble to the top. The ridge keeps narrowing as you ascend and eventually you’re confronted with a rather steep bulge with thin holds. After hopping off the summit I hiked up a few hundred feet to the notch that provides access to the 1st Flatiron’s North Arete route and proceeded to follow the Arete to the summit. This is a fun, aesthetic little route that puts you in a few spectacular positions. It’s short and sweet. From the summit I was faced with doing the downclimb solo for my first time. I’ve only done the downclimb twice and both times were with someone who knows the route rather well. To me, it’s a pretty straightforward downclimb until you get to the last 10-20 feet where you have to pick your line back to solid ground. I spent a few minutes figuring out this line before committing to any moves. This was an enjoyable (though, round-a-bout) way of reaching the 1st Flatiron’s summit. I’m still hesitant to try the East Face Direct route on the 1st by myself since it has a few twists and turns in it. The route already goes at 5.6, which makes me think that the climbing could potentially get quite harder if I ventured too far off route. Once back on the ground I descended the access trail and got in a quick trip up the 2nd Flatiron’s Freeway route. This time I descended to the East Bench of the 3rd. The classic Standard East Face route on the 3rd seemed like a great way to end the day. I was beginning to feel pretty dehydrated and thirsty, but figured I could sneak this one in somewhat quickly. I passed 3-4 roped parties en route to the summit and chatted with them for a few minutes here-and-there. After 20’ish minutes I was sitting on the summit soaking up the sun and views. My last major task of the day was getting down the SW Chimney route. This would only be my third time doing this downclimb. I definitely still have a lot of figuring out to do on this one. Its crux is noticeably harder and more exposed than that of the 1st. The past two times I’ve spent probably fifteen minutes or so standing at the top of the chimney trying to figure out how to get past the chockstone and down into the first two moves or so. Once past this, the rest of the downclimb is quite easy. I’ll get it figured out eventually...

Friday, September 19th
PM—3 Miles—1:38—2,100’—1st Flatironette, The Spy, 1st Flatiron, 2nd Flatiron
Same outing as yesterday minus the 3rd Flatiron. Yesterday, I had the North Arete of the 1st all to myself. Today, I had to dodge three roped parties and wait on one of them for 5-10 minutes to get up the 5.4 crux section of the route. I was in a nice flat area that allowed me to sit down and take in the views while waiting. So, it wasn’t a bad place to linger around for a few minutes. I’ve noticed over the past two days that the rubber on my re-soled shoes is starting to lose its stickiness. The dots on the forefoot are completely worn down and the rubber is actually starting to rub off and leave black crap all over my hands when I touch it. It might be close to time to retire this pair?

Saturday, September 20th
PM—3 Miles—2:12—2,200’—1st Flatironette, The Spy, 1st Flatiron, Pullman Car, 2nd Flatiron
Fun last minute outing with Cordis. I had a few friends from New Mexico in town so I had spent the better part of the day drinking beer. This was my first time scrambling in the Flatirons while slightly inebriated, but it was quite enjoyable. A little liquid courage never hurts. Now, I think I understand why all of the pioneer climbers in Yosemite, Eldo, etc. were all tripping on acid during their climbs…

Sunday, September 21st
OFF—Driving to Park City, Utah


Weekly Totals
Miles—21.5
Time—12 hours 06 minutes
Elevation Gain—15,200 feet

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Catching Up on the Last Month

Week in Review: September 8-14

Monday, September 8th
Still descending from “Ninja Peak”…


Sunrise after a night summit of my last ranked 14er
Tuesday, September 9th
PM—3.5 Miles—1:12—1,100’—Little Bear SW Ridge Route Scouting
I decided to scout the route up to Little Bear’s SW ridge from near Tobin Creek. I wanted to see if there was a way to avoid the thorny bushwhack through Tobin Creek. I ended up finding a nice jeep road that went up to some mining ruins. From there, it looked like a bit of a bushwhack up to the ridge with the usual tremendous amount of downfall, but hopefully no thorn bushes. I had to turn around before scouting much further since night was creeping in and I didn’t have a light.

Mining ruins on the south side of Little Bear
Wednesday, September 10th
AM—9 Miles—5:53—6,500’—South Little Bear and Little Bear
I decided to head up the SW Ridge to summit the unranked 14er, South Little Bear. I forgot to hit this peak when Paul and I did the Little Bear-Blanca-Ellingwood traverse a few weeks ago. The bushwhack up to treeline seemed to go on forever, but once I reached the ridge it was smooth sailing with a lot of talus hopping. The ridge offered up a few fun, exposed knife-edge sections as I neared South Little Bear’s summit. I decided to shimmy over to the summit of Little Bear real quick and ended up lingering around for a while talking to other climbers. I met a group of three (Britt, Joey, and I can’t remember the last guy’s name) and chatted with them for quite some time before parting ways. Britt got some great photos of me on SLB, which he kindly emailed to me. The descent to treeline went by quickly. When I got below treeline I had to make sure I descended via the correct rib that would take me to the road for an easy descent that avoided the thorny bushwhack. I began making my way down a rib, which happened to be the wrong one. Luckily, there was a clearing where I was able to see that I was on the wrong ridge before descending too low. I quickly made my way over to the right one and headed down to some mining ruins that had a faint trail below them. After about 15 minutes on the trail I was back on the jeep road for a quick return to the Taco. I just hiked the entire day.

View of the Little Bear-Blanca traverse from South Little Bear

Gazing at Little Bear from the San Luis Valley floor

Traversing between South Little Bear and Little Bear (Photo: Britt Jones)

Summit of Little Bear (Photo: Britt Jones)

Reaching the summit of South Little Bear (Photo: Britt Jones)

Venturing up Little Bear's southwest ridge

Staring up Little Bear's SW ridge
Thursday, September 11th 
PM—3 Miles—0:43—2,200’—Treadmill
A little uphill running on David’s treadmill while house/dog sitting while he’s in Steamboat for Run Rabbit Run.

Friday, September 12th
OFF—Taking a little rest after several big weeks

Saturday, September 13th
OFF—Still resting a bit…

Sunday, September 14th 
OFF—Something about today being a “Day of Rest” or something like that…


Weekly Totals
Miles—15
Time—7 hours 48 minutes
Elevation Gain—9,800 feet



Week in Review: September 1-7

Monday, September 1st
PM—2 Miles—0:15—300’—Leadville Roads
Trying out the Hoka Rapa Nui’s that Dave gave me. Kind of squishy, but pretty comfortable.

Tuesday, September 2nd
OFF—Just plain tired…

Wednesday, September 3rd
PM—10 Miles—4:18—4,200’—La Plata Peak (14,336’)
Nolan’s 14 pacing for Ben. Up the standard route from Highway 82 and down into Winfield. Ben was a little dehydrated when he got to the TH so I kept his effort in check for the entire ascent. I kept bugging him to drink water, take rests, and just keep it mellow. It was actually quite warm as we made our way up, which was the big reason I didn’t want him working too hard. My main goal was getting him to Winfield feeling better than he felt at the Highway 82 trailhead. When we arrived in Winfield it seemed that the problems bothering Ben at the base of La Plata had faded away.

Thursday, September 4th
AM—16 Miles—13:40—11,000’—Nolan’s Pacing from Clohesy Lake to North Cottonwood Trailhead
More Nolan’s 14 pacing for Ben. At about 3:30am I joined Ben at Clohesy Lake and kept him company for the summits of Missouri, Belford, Oxford, Harvard, and Columbia before descending to North Cottonwood. This was a long day of easy effort hiking with only a brief period below treeline at Pine Creek between Oxford and Harvard. The weather was incredibly unpredictable all day causing us to change clothing countless times. The only positive about the weather was that it stayed dry all day long. Always great to spend a long day in the hills with Ben.

Splits:
Missouri—2:11
Belford—4:00 (1:49 split)
Oxford—4:56 (0:56 split)
Harvard—9:27 (4:31 split)
Columbia—11:51 (2:24 split)
North Cottonwood Trailhead—13:40 (1:49 split)

Ben emptying out his shoes on Elkhead Pass

Sunrise near Elkhead Pass
Friday, September 5th
OFF—Tired and a little sore after sleeping in the driver’s seat of the Taco

Saturday, September 6th
AM—5 Miles—1:03—1,150’—Colorado Trail
Just an easy run on the CT from the Blanks Cabin trailhead for Shavano. First trail run in the Hoka’s Dave gave me. I actually liked the way they felt…

Sunday, September 7th 
PM—26 Miles—18:08—18,400’—A tall peak that will remain Unnamed
Big peak summited using everything I’ve learned in my ninja training…

The beginning of a long night

Weekly Totals
Miles—59
Time—37 hours 27 minutes
Elevation Gain—35,050 feet



Week in Review: August 25-31

Monday, August 25th
AM—6 Miles—6:38—1,700’—Climbing on The Matron, North Face
David wanted to get out and climb up one of Roach’s Top 10 Flatiron Classics this morning. So, we headed up to The Matron to ascend its three-pitch 5.6 north face. I’ve never led trad before and didn’t really feel like “learning” how today. So, armed with the knowledge acquired from watching online videos about gear placement and setting up belay anchors, David proceeded to lead the route like a champ. Storms started rolling in right as we reached the summit. When you combine the possibility of getting struck by lightning with the ridiculous amount of gnats on the summit it was an obvious choice not to linger around for too long. So, we readied for our two rappels back down to solid ground. As David was doing the first rappel some thunder started rolling and I saw a flash of lightning. After impatiently waiting for David to get off the rope it was finally my turn to do my second rappel ever; it ended up being a lot easier than I remember. We both stood uncomfortably at the top of the second rappel while dicking around with knots in the rope. Thunder, rain, and the occasional flash of lightning had me wondering why everything David and I do seems to end up being a shit show of sorts. As I neared the ground David told me to look over for a photo. So I did. Then I felt this weird tugging on my face. It took a moment to realize it, but my friggin’ beard got caught in my ATC! Luckily, there was a flake right next to the face of The Matron that allowed me to stem out with my legs, while holding onto the brake end of the rope with one hand and simultaneously using my other hand to pull up on the top end of the rope. This allowed me to get out with minimal beard loss. My only thought after was “this is why I solo in the Flatirons…”

Little bit of beard hair in the ol' ATC (Photo: David Ponak)

Photo: David Ponak

Photo: David Ponak

Reaching The Matron's summit (Photo: David Ponak)

David sitting atop the first pitch

Approaching the north face of The Matron (Photo: David Ponak)
Tuesday, August 26th
AM—2.5 Miles—0:38—1,300’—2nd Flatiron Time Trial
I parked the Taco in the round-a-bout near the park just east of the Ranger Cottage. I trotted up to the trailhead and began making my way up to the 2nd Flatiron. Nothing felt especially good on the approach, but as I neared the base of the slab I noticed that I was making great approach time—I reached the base of the 2nd in 11:19. So, I decided that if my scrambling felt spot on I would do my first ever Flatiron time trial. I cruised through the crux bulge without any hesitation and knew I was going to have a decent split to the top. It was pretty hot on the exposed slab so I was sweating my ass off and breathing hard the entire way up. I stopped for a very brief rest (~10-15 seconds) right before taking the leap of faith and then kept cruising up to the walk-off at the top of the Freeway route—a 9:40 split for the scramble and 20:59 total time. The slowest part of the day for me was likely the more technical upper portion of the descent. As the trail became less rocky I gradually picked up my pace until I was hitting 5:30 pace for the last half-mile or so. I reached the trailhead in 13:29 from the top of the Freeway route for a trailhead-to-trailhead time of 34:28. Short, but fun day!

Wednesday, August 27th 
PM—2.5 Miles—1:21—1,700’—2nd Flatiron and 1st Flatiron
I waited around all morning for the slabs to dry after the night’s rainfall. My legs felt kind of tired so I hiked up to the base of the 2nd before scrambling up it. I think the easy hiking approach and the significantly cooler temperatures when compared to yesterday allowed me to shimmy up the Freeway with less perceived effort than yesterday, but with a similar time—9:56 to the walk-off. En route to the summit I passed another guy soloing the route. When he reached the top we chatted for a few minutes about the 3rd Flatiron downclimb before he invited me to follow him up the Fandango route on the 1st Flatiron, which we covered in about 21 minutes. With storms starting to roll in we didn’t waste any time hanging around the summit. We quickly knocked out the downclimb off the backside of the 1st in 6:17 and ran the descent back to Chautauqua in an attempt to keep from getting soaked in the coming rain.

Thursday, August 28th
AM—2.5 Miles—0:48—1,300’—Mount Sanitas
I ran up at a slightly hard effort, but on really tired legs. So, effort and fatigue cancelled each other out and resulted in an average ~20 minute ascent. After sitting on the summit for a while I did a mostly hiking descent.

Friday, August 29th
AM—17 Miles—7:43—7,500’—Little Bear Peak (14,037’), Blanca Peak (14,345’), Huerfano County High Point (14,340’), and Ellingwood Point (14,042’)
Paul and I headed out from about a mile up Lake Como Road at 5:30 am. For those who don’t know, Lake Como Road just plain sucks. It’s more technical than just about any trail you could ever choose to run on. After grunting up the road for about an hour-and-a-half we reached Lake Como and made our way to the east side. We began scrambling up the talus slope to gain the west ridge of Little Bear. Our line kept us on the ridge proper versus sticking to the marked route a little below the ridge. After a while we got off the ridge and began following the cairns to the Hour Glass. It seemed to us that the easiest route would have just stayed directly on the West Ridge crest and avoided the Hour Glass completely, but who knows? The Hour Glass was an icy and wet shit show. So, we decided to avoid this by climbing directly up on the left side of the Hour Glass—significantly harder climbing, but dry rock. Fortunately, we were the only ones in the Hour Glass, which meant that the consequences of kicking rocks loose weren’t potentially fatal. After 3:12 Paul and I were standing on the summit of Little Bear with full view of the ridgeline traverse in store for us.

After a few minutes of loitering on the summit and snapping photos we began dropping off the summit and onto the ridge. With the exception of one or two semi-cruxy moves this traverse proved to be significantly easier than I expected. Yes, there was decent exposure throughout the traverse, but the moves were all easy and never seemed to exceed easy 4th Class. We took our sweet time making our way across the ridge; taking lots of photos along the way and enjoying the exposure. The ridge certainly offered many opportunities for exposure junkies to get a little fix. After 1:35 (4:47 total time) we were sitting on our second 14k foot summit of the day, Blanca Peak. More loitering and photos ensued before heading over for the quick trip to Ellingwood Point. This segment was all easy 2nd and 3rd Class, which Paul and I knocked out in 0:28. After 5:15 we were sitting on our third 14k feet summit of the day and enjoying a few snacks.

The descent back to Lake Como was enjoyable, but came to an end far too soon. Once at the lake we had about five miles of the shittiest four-wheel drive road in Colorado (and maybe the States?) separating us from our trucks. I ended up bonking like a champ and walking the last three miles or so back home. Great day on one of Colorado’s four great 14er traverses!

Splits:
Little Bear—3:12
Blanca—4:47 (1:35 split)
Ellingwood—5:15 (0:28 split)

Little Bear-Blanca traverse (Photo: Paul Hamilton)

Bypassing the Hour Glass (Photo: Paul Hamilton)

Our full Little Bear-Blanca-Ellingwood traverse from the summit of Ellingwood (Photo: Paul Hamilton)

Little Bear-Blanca traverse viewed from Blanca

Making our way to Blanca from Little Bear (Photo: Paul Hamilton)

Little Bear-Blanca traverse viewed from Ellingwood

Nearing Blanca's summit (Photo: Paul Hamilton)

Paul with Little Bear looming overhead

Little Bear-Blanca-Ellingwood route viewed from Ellingwood
Saturday, August 30th
AM—12.5 Miles—7:02—7,300’—Crestone Peak (14,294’), Northeast Crestone Peak (14,260’), and Crestone Needle (14,197’)
Paul and I headed to the Cottonwood Creek trailhead just outside of Crestone after we got down from Lake Como yesterday. Eventually Brendan Trimboli rolled up to the parking lot to join us on the Crestones the next morning. Since the route was significantly shorter than Little Bear, Blanca, and Ellingwood we decided to start somewhere around 7am versus our previous day’s 5:30am start.

The next morning when I was getting dressed and ready I decided that I wasn’t going to make the same mistake as the day before and wear way too much clothing. I opted for my usual minimal style today—shorts, shirt, wind shell (tucked into shorts), gloves (tucked into shorts), Buff, one handheld, and two gels.

Near treeline we had to avoid a significant amount of downfall. Once out of the trees we began making our way towards the base of Crestone Peak’s red gulley. My legs were pretty spent and not enjoying the steep ascent at all, but the climb was over before too long. We lingered around the summit taking photos for a few minutes. When I pointed out Northeast Crestone to Paul and Brendan I couldn’t help but think how much easier of a climb it looked like versus last year. Brendan decided he was going to go tag East Crestone while Paul and I stared at the descent/traverse from the top of the Red Gulley over to the base of NE Crestone. I had some reservations due to the path being covered in a dusting of snow and ice, but Paul took the initiative and led the way. Of course, I followed. It only took us 13 minutes to get from the summit of Crestone Peak to the summit of Crestone Needle—I guess it was an easy climb.

We made our way back to the base of East Crestone and joined Brendan for the beginning of our traverse to Crestone Needle. For the most part, this traverse stays way below the ridge crest and just involves a lot of skirting around before ascending the first of two gullies. Then there’s a little more skirting around to the Black Gendarme, which is where the most difficult parts of the traverse begin. While ascending this gulley there are two little bulgy sections of 5.easy climbing up to a very short knife edge section. Some scurrying up a few ledges finally gets you up to the final summit pitch to the Needle. This section is sort of steep, sort of exposed, and 4th class for a hundred feet or so. I’d probably compare it to everything on the 3rd Flatiron east face route minus the last summit pitch—holds are everywhere and the angle feels about the same.

On our descent we tried going down a gulley to cut out some distance down to the lakes. This ended up cliffing out. So, we made our way back down the long way. My legs were starting to feel the cumulative fatigue of the past few days, which let Paul and Brendan put a good gap on me. Back at treeline I got off route somehow and ended up doing a little over an hour of bushwhacking until I rejoined the trail. Then, I was finally able to run again. I trotted out the last few miles around 10-minute pace and called it a day.

Splits:
Crestone Peak—2:41
Northeast Crestone—2:54 (0:13 split)
Crestone Needle—4:10 (1:16 split)

Crestone Peak's summit (Photo: Paul Hamilton)

Nearing Crestone Peak's summit (Photo: Brendan Trimboli)

Heading up Crestone Peak (Photo: Paul Hamilton, I think?)

View of the route Paul and I used to ascend NE Crestone Peak

Posing on Crestone Peak's summit with Brendan (Photo: Paul Hamilton)

View of the traverse to Crestone Needle from Crestone Peak

Brendan and I descending Crestone Needle (Photo: Paul Hamilton)
Sunday, August 31st
AM—11.5 Miles—2:57—4,800’—Mount Elbert (14,433’)
Pretty easy day up/down the East Ridge from the lower South Elbert trailhead near Twin Lakes. My legs felt awful on the two mile jeep road run to the upper trailhead. From the upper trailhead to the summit I pretty much hiked every step. It was unbelievably cold and terribly windy, which made me wish I had more clothing. I was wearing skimpy shorts, no shirt, a Buff, no gloves, sunglasses, and a Patagonia Houdini wind shell. Once above treeline, I kept my hands down the backside of my shorts the entire way to the summit. This helped keep them slightly less numb than just keeping them out and exposed to the cold wind. The shit weather had me tempted to bail on the summit on more than one occasion, but I kept trudging along. I reached the summit in about 1:55 and immediately turned around to begin my descent. It was great to get low enough that I could finally regain the feeling in my hands.


Weekly Totals
Miles—55
Time—27 hours 09 minutes
Elevation Gain—25,600 feet



Week in Review: August 18-24

Monday, August 18th
AM—16.5 Miles—7:32—9,500’—Mount Belford (14,197’), Mount Oxford (14,153’), Mount Harvard (14,420’), and Mount Columbia (14,073’)
My legs felt pretty crappy all day, but it still turned out to be a good day in the hills with Peter. I was most pleased with our route selection and time from the summit of Oxford to the summit of Harvard. I don’t think we could have picked a path with less resistance. Peter’s route finding skills are top-notch. The worst part of the day was definitely the descent of Columbia’s west slopes—steep and loose.

Splits:
Belford—1:41
Oxford—2:10 (0:29 split)
Harvard—4:25 (2:15 split)
Columbia—5:55 (1:30 split)
Cottonwood TH—7:32 (1:37 split)

Mount Columbia in the distance
Tuesday, August 19th
AM—7.5 Miles—3:59—4,300’—Pyramid Peak (14,018’)
Pretty mellow day. I had a few instances while rock hopping and making my way up to the ridge where I didn’t think I would get the summit today due to rain. Luckily, it would just sprinkle for a few minutes then quit. Once on the ridge, this is a really enjoyable route on quite solid rock considering you’re in the Elks.



Wednesday, August 20th 
OFF—Climbing at Gold Butte (Aspen, CO)
I led and top-roped the 5.7 route, Flake Armour. I also led and top-roped the 5.6 route, Rat-A-Tat-Tat. Rat-A-Tat-Tat would likely have been much easier to solo since there was so much rope drag. Several times I felt like I was going to be pulled off the rock by the rope.

Sweet view from the crag
Thursday, August 21st
AM—13 Miles—2:11—2,500’—Sunnyside Loop (Aspen, CO)
A fun, runnable loop run with Luke. Our pace up the first big ascent was easy, but then we started hitting the descents and flats pretty hard. We ended with a couple of 6:15 minute miles on pavement.

Luke cruising through a nice, flat stretch of the Sunnyside Loop
Friday, August 22nd
PM—5 Miles—1:18—2,500’—Green Mountain
Just an easy day up-and-down the front side of the mountain. First time up this peak in a long time…

Went to Gold Hill Inn to celebrate Alex and Wayne's birthdays. My beard made a few people envious (Photo: Jeremy Gruber)
Saturday, August 23rd  
AM—10.5 Miles—3:54—4,000’—South Arapaho (13,397’) and Old Baldy (13,038’)
Cold, windy, and wet with poor visibility. I was a bit surprised with how many people I saw on the trails today considering how bad the weather was. From the summit of South Arapaho I decided to head over to North Arapaho, but was turned around at the crux slab since it was soaking wet. My shoes wouldn’t provide enough purchase to make the usual quick-and-easy shimmy up it. So, I decided to head over and tag the low-13er Old Baldy as a consolation prize.

My last good view while ascending South Arapaho. Visibility went to crap shortly after this.

Heading over to Old Baldy
Sunday, August 24th
AM—8 Miles—3:23—2,800’—Mount Audubon (13,223’)
Another very cold and windy morning, but fortunately there wasn’t any rain. The rocks were all frosted for the last several hundred feet of ascent. We (Donald, his brother, and I) began with intentions of doing a big traverse of 13ers in the area. We called it a day at Audubon due to the winds and frosted rocks. August is way too soon to have an ice beard…

August is way too early for an ice beard...
PM—4 Miles—2:26—2,800’—2nd Flatiron (x2) and 3rd Flatiron
After a couple of laps on the 2nd Flatiron (9:45 and 10:49) I decided to head over to the 3rd and see if I could remember the route Peter had just shown me. I ended up staying too far north (right) for most of the ascent, which made for slightly harder climbing (but not much harder). Down climbing the SW chimney sucked since it was 2:30pm and the sun was beating down on me. My hands were a sweaty mess…

Sweet view of the 1st from the 3rd's summit

Looking back up at the SW Chimney downclimb off the 3rd Flatiron

Weekly Totals
Miles—64.5
Time—24 hours 47 minutes
Elevation Gain—28,300 feet

Best double rainbow I've ever seen...

Thursday, August 21, 2014

Weeks in Review: July 21—August 17—Playing “Catch Up”…Again…

Week in Review: August 11-17

Monday, August 11th
AM—9 Miles—3:03—4,500’—Mount Royal, Mount Victoria, Peak One, Peak Two, and Peak One
I woke up in the Frisco Park & Ride lot this morning feeling pretty crappy. All signs pointed towards a rest day, which would be best executed with an easy trip up Mount Royal. After reaching the summit of Royal I noticed that my legs felt considerably better. So, I ventured up Mount Victoria. Obviously, I had to continue on towards the summit of Peak One since it was right there. I spent a considerable amount of time on the summit chatting with a couple of cute girls. Eventually, I decided to mosey over to Peak Two, which turned out to be much closer than it looked. I made the round trip from Peak One to Peak Two in about 26 minutes. After some more lounging around on the summit of Peak One I finally started trotting back down to the Taco. This turned out to be a fun little day that has me ready to run the Ten Mile Traverse sometime this summer, hopefully.

View of Peak Two from Summit of Peak One

Looking down on Frisco from Peak One's summit

Heading up Peak One


Tuesday, August 12th
AM—7 Miles—1:54—3,300’—Quandary Peak (14,265’)
Easy effort up-and-down the standard East Slopes route. I think I topped out in about 1:07 with almost entirely power hiking above treeline. Pretty mellow descent since I don’t really like flying down the talus on Quandary that much.

Naked on Quandary?


Wednesday, August 13th 
AM—12.5 Miles—3:41—5,900’—Kelso Mountain (13,184’), Torreys Peak (14,267’), and Grays Peak (14,270’)
About 52 weeks ago my buddy Peter inadvertently began a project of summiting Grays and Torreys once a week, every week for a year. Today was his 52nd trip up the two peaks and he invited me to tag along. We were both still pretty fatigued from our Nolan’s attempt less than a week ago. So, we set out at a mellow pace; stopping to catch our breath every now-and-then. Our line took us from Bakerville, up the road a ways, and straight up the ridge to Kelso Mountain. From the top of Kelso Mountain we followed Kelso Ridge down about 900’ to the saddle before riding the ridge straight up to the summit of Torreys. After a brief photo opp on the summit we trotted down to the Grays-Torreys saddle and began the last grunt of the day up to Grays. Even with tired legs the day seemed to go by quickly. The fluidity of the line was quite appealing to me—one continuous ridge beginning with the ascent of Kelso Mountain and continuing all the way to the summit of Grays. Another great day up high in Colorado. Congrats to Peter for completing 52 weeks of ascents!

Heading up Kelso Mountain, looking at Torreys


On the summit of Grays. Our path followed the ridge towards Torreys (left) and Kelso (right)



Thursday, August 14th
AM—2.5 Miles—1:27—1,800’—2nd Flatiron (x2)
Couple of easy laps on the 2nd Flatiron. I think I even hiked up every step of the way. Both laps were somewhere in the ridiculously slow range of ~17 minutes.

Friday, August 15th
AM—3 Miles—2:45—2,200’—1st and 3rd Flatirons
After chatting with Peter Bakwin a while last night at Sherpa’s we decided to get out early in the morning for some fun in the Flatirons. I told Peter that I’d never been up the 1st or 3rd so he offered to be my tour guide. I brought along some rock shoes (tucked away in my UD AK vest) and a chalk bag just in case anything looked too dicey, but I never used either. One thing we wouldn’t be bringing along was a rope—they’re overrated anyways. With the short approach under our belts we began our scramble up the Direct East Face route of the 1st—rated 5.6, I think. The first pitch definitely had my attention since it is rather thin and basically just friction climbing on some water-polished rock. About halfway up the first pitch Peter made that comment that if I was going to use my rock shoes at all today this is the pitch where I should have them on. Oops…My re-soled 110’s seemed to be offering up enough purchase. The scrambling on the first seemed to be a rather sustained difficulty with little stretches of relief here-and-there. I think there were probably a handful of moves that I had to think about for a minute or two, but once I figured them out they were surprisingly straightforward. Peter is a great guide for instances like this since he seems to know when to let you figure things out on your own and when to give you little pieces of advice for getting through a section. The combination of more sustained climbing difficulty and it being my first time on the route led to it taking about 45 minutes to reach the summit. With a little practice maybe I’ll get close to Peter’s ~15 minute ascents. The downclimb on the 1st was pretty easy with most of it being doable in a crab walk versus facing into the rock. We made our way over to the base of the 3rd via the access trails and promptly scurried passed a couple of parties getting roped up for the ascent. Ascending the 3rd was a breeze after warming up on the 1st. To me, the route seemed to be a combination of the exposure of the 1st with the easiness of scrambling of the 2nd’s Freeway route. Around the second or third pitch we passed a roped up group and exchanged words in passing. When Peter and I hit the summit the lead climber of that group was probably less than halfway up the pitch. The last pitch was a little thin and more of what I would actually consider slabby, but I didn’t really notice it until downclimbing. Peter and I made our way from the summit of the 1st to the summit of the 3rd in about 42 minutes. We made our way back to solid ground via the Southwest Chimney route—some super easy 5.4 climbing that’s fairly vertical and has some noticeable exposure. Just don’t fall, right? It really wasn’t bad at all. Once down, we just trotted back to Chautauqua ready to take on the day.

Peter leading the way up the 1st

My first solo of the 1st

Looking towards the 4th and 5th from the summit of the 3rd

1st and 2nd from summit of the 3rd


Saturday, August 16th 
AM—13.5 Miles—2:58—7,800’—Pikes Peak Ascent (89th Overall out of 1,683)
Overall, I would say that I kept the effort on the low-to-medium end in anticipation of Dave running like a bat out of hell at Leadville tonight. I ran pretty hard on the roads to get ahead of the slower people before entering the trails and then I just kind of hung behind people during the initial miles of Barr Trail. Many times the people in front of me would be “running” while I was staying on their heels with a power hike. The only other stretch where I ran somewhat hard was the rolling hills leading up to Barr Camp, but even then I was conversational. I think I was hovering around 7:30-8:30 pace during this stretch. From Barr Camp to treeline I got behind an Italian woman and ran really easy before finally sneaking around her. From treeline to the summit I think I power hiked 75% of the way due to the trail being deep, loose gravel that sucked for running. It’s not likely that I’ll actually pay to run this race again anytime soon, but I might be back later this summer/fall to give a solid effort up to the summit. We’ll see…



PM—24 Miles—4:32—2,500’—Leadville Trail 100 Pacing for Dave Mackey
I ran into Dave Mackey last week after the 10k run that is part of the Leadman series. After chatting for a bit about the upcoming 100 mile run and finding out he didn’t have a pacer I offered my pacing services. A few days later Dave texted me and said he’d take me up on the offer…

So, after making my way up Pikes Peak in 2:58 this morning I got on the first shuttle bus back to Manitou Springs. I was hoping to indulge in 1,000’s of calories at the post-race lunch, but they seemed to be trying to redefine “skimpy” with their meal portions. I was treated to one slice of Domino’s pizza, about eight grapes, a kid-sized handful of potato chips, and a tiny cookie. The two breweries that were there serving beer proved to be significantly more generous with their servings. I think I got more post-race calories from beer than from food. Regardless, I rushed to the Taco and began the 2+ hour drive to Twin Lakes in hopes of beating Dave there.

At Twin Lakes I ran into some friends who informed me that Dave looked like shit coming through the aid station—I think he was in 50’something place. So, I began mentally preparing for a long night. When Bob Africa came through he told me he had at least a four mile gap on Dave. I decided to use this time to grab some food at the BBQ truck in town. When I made my way back to the aid station several people told me that I missed Dave and he came through the aid station hauling ass only eight minutes behind Bob. Shit!

I think Dave had made his way up to 16th place or so at Twin Lakes inbound. So, I headed to the Outward Bound aid station around mile 76, where I found Dave’s wife. We waited patiently for Dave to come rolling into the aid station. Eventually, we saw a lone runner that we sort of thought could be Dave, but at the same time sort of thought it was someone else. Once he was about 30 yards from the aid station we realized that it was Dave—now in 11th place. I quickly snagged his bottles, asked what he wanted in them, and got to work with my pacing duties.

Dave parted ways with his wife and son we took off. I quickly explained how I missed him at Twin Lakes and was pleased to hear him say that he wouldn’t have wanted me to start pacing there anyways. Dave was feeling strong coming through Twin Lakes and preferred to run alone. I was pretty chatty the first five minutes or so before Dave said that he preferred silence for a while. He proceeded to have a 5-10 minute coughing fit, which eventually subsided.

We disposed of the paved road leading to Powerline rather quickly; hovering between 9-11 minute pace. Once we began ascending Powerline our pace was primarily a power hike with occasional bursts of trotting after hitting a false summit. The highlight of Powerline was definitely an older man about halfway up handing out water and cans of Coke. I took him up on his offer of a Coke not really knowing that it would pretty much be the only calories and/or fluid I would ingest for the duration of my pacing.

At the top of Powerline I stopped to top off a few bottles while Dave continued on down the jeep road. It probably took me around five minutes to catch up to Dave even though I was running near 7-minute pace in pursuit. As we descended, I couldn’t help but be impressed at how fast Dave was moving 80’ish miles into the day. Shortly after beginning the descent we came up on the 10th place runner. I said to Dave, “You’re getting ready to break into the top 10.” To which he responded, “I’m going to be in 5th by the time we get to the finish.” I was equally pleased and terrified to hear this. Pleased because I knew Dave was running hard and feeling good. Terrified because I knew Dave was running hard and feeling good.

We picked off a few more runners on the road before we veered onto the trail circling Turquoise Lake. About five minutes before the trail Dave asked me to break out the headlamps. This proved to be easier said than done. I spent the next five minutes running down the somewhat rocky jeep road at sub-8 pace, while fumbling around five bottles, emptying the contents of my AK vest, and digging out the two headlamps buried at the bottom. I got the headlamps out, caught up to Dave, and got one of the lamps in his hand just before reaching the turnoff for the trail. The lights were immediately needed on the trail due to the thick forests blocking out all of the remaining daylight. I gave Dave my 200 lumen Black Diamond Ion lamp, while I used the 90 lumen BD Spot (I think that’s the name of it?).

I don’t really run at night that much—mainly because I’m terrified of mountain lions. The last few times I’ve run at night have been with my 200 lumen light. So, following Dave around the lake at night wasn’t an entirely joyful experience. Combining the dust that Dave kicked up with my dinky 90 lumen light made for pretty shitty visibility. This was compounded every ten minutes or so by Dave asking for Vitargo or a gel. He would simply stick his hand back like a relay runner waiting for the baton and I would place a bottle or gel in it. Of course, this required me to get right on his heels, which meant I couldn’t see any upcoming rocks or roots in the trail. Somehow I only tripped up a few times during these exchanges, but never actually fell.

During my pacing I juggled five bottles of Vitargo (none of which I drank from since I was saving everything for Dave) and I had several gels and Shot Bloks readily available in the front pouch of my UD AK vest (again, none of which I consumed). The only calories/fluids I consumed were the can of Coke from the old man on Powerline and a cup of flat Coke at Mayqueen because Dave actually stopped at the aid station for a few minutes versus flying through it. After refilling his bottles I had a spare minute to down the Coke. As we neared the end of our Turquoise Lake loop I began tripping more frequently. Dehydration and calorie deficiency from both Pikes Ascent and my pacing up to this point were starting to hit me pretty hard making the simple act of picking up my feet while running seem almost impossible. After numerous trips and recoveries I finally tripped and fell to the ground; popping the top off a bottle and covering myself with Vitargo. That shit sure is sticky…

Dave continued to pick off a few more runners around the lake. Some runners were still moving well, while others were completely wrecked, sitting on the side of the trail with head in hands. Near the end of Turquoise Lake I think we passed Dave’s campsite and saw his wife and kids. Dave stopped for a few quick hugs and quickly returned to the trails like an animal. I could tell that the quick visit with his family put a little pep in his step—not that he really needed any more pep.

About two miles from the finish Dave was starting to put a gap on me heading up the Boulevard. I guess that running 22 hard miles (without any calories/water other than a little Coke) after running up Pikes in the morning (and never really replenishing afterward) was starting to take its toll on me. I couldn’t hang on any longer as Dave knocked out sub-9 minute miles heading uphill into the finish. I used all of my energy to catch back up with Dave, handed him the last bottle that had any liquid in it, and told him I’d see him at the finish. With that, I started walking and threw up in my mouth a time or two…

Dave ended up climbing from 11th place when I picked him up at Outward Bound to 5th place by the finish—the exact spot he said he’d finish a few hours earlier when we passed 10th place. I’m just glad I held on as long as I did and got to front row seats to the show. The man is an animal…

Sunday, August 17th
OFF—Planning a big day tomorrow. Figured I could use a little rest.


Weekly Totals
Miles—71.5
Time—20 hours 24 minutes
Elevation Gain—28,000 feet



Week in Review: August 4-10
Monday, August 4th
OFF—My legs were still pretty sore from the race yesterday. So, I took the day off and drank a few beers…

Tuesday, August 5th
AM—6 Miles—1:10—1,350’—Fowler, Goshawk, and Climbers Access Trail
Easy run with David Ponak to shake out my legs from Sunday’s race…

Wednesday, August 6th 
OFF—Decided on another rest day before attempting Nolan’s. Can’t hurt anything, right?

Thursday, August 7th
PM—56 Miles—26:58—21,000’—Nolan’s 14 Attempt (Massive, Elbert, La Plata, Huron, Missouri)
Wow! Such as massive line. Humbling experience, for sure. Peter and I bailed after summiting Missouri Mountain. Our Summit and trailhead splits are below. I’ll do a little write-up soon…

Splits:
Mount Massive Summit—2:28
South Halfmoon Creek Trailhead—4:01
Mount Elbert Summit—6:40
La Plata Trailhead—9:44
La Plata Peak Summit—12:48
Winfield—15:04 (Arrival) and 17:41 (Departure)
Huron Peak Summit—20:01
Clohesy Lake—22:01
Missouri Mountain Summit—24:30
Missouri Gulch Trailhead (Bailout Point)—26:58

Sunrise on La Plata--Happy Birthday to me

Peter on summit of Massive


Friday, August 8th
Still doing Nolan’s…Happy Birthday to me!

Saturday, August 9th 
AM—3.5 Miles—0:56—450’—Nature Trails near Fish Hatchery
Really easy day. My right knee still hurt while going uphill and my glutes felt horrible on anything remotely downhill.

Sunday, August 10th
AM—9 Miles—2:16—4,300’—Mount Elbert (14,433’)
After running the first 1-2 miles I fell into a painful power hike up to the summit. My right knee still hurt pretty bad during any uphill hiking. Uphill running is fine, but for some reason hiking just kills me. Right below treeline I ran into Donald on his way down and chatted for a few minutes. I reached the summit in a comfortable 1:29 before spending about 45 minutes or so lingering around and talking to some hikers. Shortly after leaving the summit I decided on a mostly off-trail descent until I reached treeline. There was a rather obscene amount of people on the trails today so I figured just staying off-trail would make both me and the others more comfortable. Most people tend to get nervous when they see a half-naked, homeless looking guy running full speed down the mountain at them. I can’t say that I blame them…I kept a mellow pace once I got below treeline for a 47 minute descent. It was a pleasant surprise to have my legs feel somewhat decent today.


Weekly Totals
Miles—74
Time—31 hours 21 minutes
Elevation Gain—27,100 feet



Week in Review: July 28—August 3rd
Monday, July 28th
AM—26 Miles—7:51—7,200’—Mount Massive (14,421’) and Bailout on Mount Elbert
Really easy effort all morning. I wore a loaded Osprey Rev 6 pack and used trekking poles to simulate a Nolan’s effort. I left from Fish Hatchery to head up the East Ridge of Massive. After a few minutes on the summit I began my descent to North Halfmoon TH via the Southwest Slopes route. I made it to treeline on Elbert’s West Face before some early storms persuaded me not to begin the 3,000’ of ascent in about a mile. So, I returned to Halfmoon Road, ran it for a few miles, and joined the Colorado Trail at the Massive Trailhead. From the CT to Fish Hatchery I ran a little harder than my anticipated Nolan’s pace. The day was long, but maintaining an easy effort all day left my body feeling great when it was all said and done.  

Sweet inversion layer this morning

View of Elbert while descending Massive


Tuesday, July 29th
AM—8.5 Miles—1:14—1,200’—Hagerman Pass
Easy road run up to Hagerman Pass. I felt like a mellow day today.

Wednesday, July 30th
AM—9.5 Miles—3:12—4,300’—La Plata Peak (14,336’)
I wanted to go up/down the south side descent route for Elbert, but I couldn’t find the Echo Canyon Trailhead. So, I opted for an easy day on the standard route of La Plata. I headed out with a full pack and my whooping sticks for a Nolan’s trial run. It was a really foggy day, which made for essentially zero visibility from the summit. Mellow descent. I officially met Bob Sweeny just below the ridgeline.

Driving through Twin Lakes the night before

Pretty crappy visibility and frigid temps this morning


Thursday, July 31st
AM—14 Miles—4:40—3,700’—Capitol Peak Bailout
Luke and I decided to try bagging Capitol Peak as part of our taper leading into Sunday’s race. He set out on his bike from the apartment around 4:30am towards the trailhead. I drove there. Near the beginning of the dirt road there was a downed tree blocking the road, which I proceeded to drive over in four-wheel drive—no way I was running up 3+ miles of road to the trailhead. The Ditch Trail was its usual mix of mud and cow crap until we reached the end of the public grazing area. From the Capitol-Daly Ridge we decided to try skirting around below the K2 summit versus dropping all the way down into the boulder field. After fumbling around for a little bit we decided to bail on the summit since our progress was terribly slow. We spent thirty minutes or so hanging around Capitol Lake and chatting with a few guys who day hiked to the lake. Our return to the trailhead was pretty mellow.

Photo shoot around Capitol Lake after bailing


Luke heading up Capitol-Daly saddle



Friday, August 1st
AM—10 Miles—3:25—3,550’—Buckskin Pass and Point 13,039’
Easy power hike up to Buckskin Pass where I decided to head over to Point 13,039’. There are unnamed 13ers on both sides of Buckskin Pass with Point 13,039’ being the most exciting looking. The peak was a bit of a choss pile—no surprise given it’s in the Elks Range—but not too bad of a climb. The last twenty feet or so to the summit provides a few high 4th/low 5th Class moves, which add a little enjoyment to any otherwise un-memorable peak. Easy descent back to the Taco. I kept the effort really low all day to kick off my taper leading into the race this Sunday.  

View from summit of Point 13,039'


Saturday, August 2nd
PM—3 Miles—0:22—100’—Aspen Bike Paths
Just enjoying a solid one day taper before Power of Four 50k tomorrow.

Sunday, August 3rd
AM—31 Miles—5:27—10,000’—Aspen Power of Four 50k (8th Place Overall)
I came into this race with a decent amount of volume in the six previous days—70 miles, 20k feet, and over 20 hours of time-on-feet. So, I wasn’t really sure how my body would respond once the race started.
Fortunately, this race begins with short, steep section that separates the pack rather quickly. Once I got a little distance between me and the mid-pack I fell into a moderate pace for the rest of the climb. I reached the top of this initial five-mile ascent in 1:08 before topping off my water bottle and leaning into the five miles of jeep road descent. This section sort of sucked since it seems I’ve lost a little of the speed I acquired earlier on in the winter/spring. Regardless, I knocked this section out in about 0:34.

After five miles of jeep road descending I was ready for the next ascent—about 1,800’ over two’ish miles. I was surprised with how much of this climb proved to be quite runnable. I topped out in around 0:34 and was promptly greeted with another jeep road descent—goddamnit…

In about 0:33 I was finished with the 4.6 mile descent and about halfway through the race—elapsed time 2:52. From here on the course was super runnable. None of the climbs seemed to be much steeper than your average douche grade. I think I was somewhere around 12th place at the halfway point and soon after the aid station I passed a runner or two.

This 8.75 mile section of primarily ascent (with about a 1.25 mile descent in the middle) was a perfect running grade and allowed me to pick off a few more runners up ahead. The last descent into Snowmass began around mile 25 or so, which happened to be where my only low patch began. From mile 25 to 28’ish I was having a hard time descending much faster than 10-11 minutes/mile on the moderately technical terrain. I also kept snagging my toes on rocks and roots, which was frustrating as hell. A couple of hikers likely thought I was crazy when I shouted “pick up your f*cking feet!” as loud as possible.

With about three miles to go I encountered my only question regarding course markings. I spent about two minutes trying to figure out whether the course continued on a jeep road or veered onto the trail that split off from the side of the road. Once I figured things out I looked up to see the 9th place runner behind me. There was no way in hell I was going to let this guy catch me. Turns out that seeing him behind me gave me the push I needed to get out of my little low spell and start running somewhat hard again.

I ended up running the last three miles in an even twenty minutes, which was enough to hold onto 8th place overall—5:27 total time. I’m pretty pleased with this considering my almost total absence of a taper. My legs responded when and where I needed them and I was able to clock some reasonably quick miles in the later stages of the race. I think what I’m most happy with is being able to run all of the uphill sections in the second half of the race at a strong pace. If I do this race again next year and actually taper for more than one day I’d likely set my sights on breaking five hours. Who knows?


Weekly Totals
Miles—102
Time—26 hours 16 minutes
Elevation Gain—30,050 feet




Week in Review: July 21-27
Monday, July 21st
AM—2 Miles—0:59—1,850’—Black Canyon of the Gunnison
I decided it was finally time to stop in and see what the Black Canyon is all about. From the visitors center I took a short (0.75 mile) and steep (1,850’ of descent) route down to the Gunnison River at the bottom of the canyon. I got down the loose trail in about 23 minutes. At the bottom, I couldn’t resist a little swim in the river. After exploring the short sections of trail along the river I started making my way back up. After 32 minutes I was sitting on the tailgate of the Taco chugging water. Not a bad start to the day.

Getting ready for a little swim


Tuesday, July 22nd
AM—9 Miles—2:33—4,300’—Mount Yale (14,196’)
Up/down the Southwest Slopes from Denny Creek. My legs felt decent, but I decided to take it easy today. I ended up topping out in 1:33 before hanging on the summit for almost fifty minutes—it was a glorious day up high! I eventually decided that coffee sounded great and began making my way back at a leisurely pace.



Wednesday, July 23rd 
AM—14 Miles—4:45—7,400’—Missouri Mountain (14,067’), Mount Belford (14,197’), Mount Oxford (14153’), Mount Belford (Again)
From the Missouri Gulch TH, up Missouri’s Northwest Ridge, back to where the trail drops off the ridge, straight down the grassy slopes, straight up Belford’s West Shoulder, standard out-and-back to Oxford, another summit of Belford, and down Belford’s Northwest Ridge back to Missouri Gulch TH.

I was basically just scouting the Nolan’s route from Missouri to Oxford. I never really felt like I pushed too hard today (especially on the Belford descent). After descending Missouri I decided on the shorter, steeper ascent of Belford’s West Shoulder versus going to Elkhead Pass and joining Trail 1454 to the summit. I think this shaves off about a mile, but results in about a 1,500’ ascent of Belford in roughly a mile. The way I figure, if it’s steep enough for me to hike then it might as well be super steep and direct. The jaunt out to Oxford was pretty easy, but the return trip to Belford was taxing. Seemed like it took too much energy to get back up there. I descended Belford’s standard route, which sucks. It’s a bunch of tight, steep switchbacks that are pretty bald and provide horrible footing for a quick descent. So, I took it really easy. Once I got back to the Missouri Gulch Trail I picked up the pace slightly for the rest of the run back home. My footwork was pretty spot-on for all of the technical portions below treeline. During the day I ended up eating a gel before dropping off Missouri’s ridge and another gel on the summit of Oxford. Seemed sufficient.
Splits: Missouri (1:49), Belford (2:53), Oxford (3:21), Belford (3:50), Trailhead (4:45)

Just got down from Missouri. Getting ready to head up Belford

Heading down Belford


Thursday, July 24th
AM—16 Miles—4:27—5,000’—Mount Massive (14,421’)
I started from Fish Hatchery with the intent of ascending via the East Ridge. After a few miles of easy running on the Highline Trail I randomly picked a spot to begin barging towards treeline. I think I bailed off the Highline a tad too early since I was considerably east of the ridge. My mind was a bit rusty (I’ve only been up Massive once), which led me to mistake the summit at the top of the East Ridge for North Massive. Oops. With that in mind I started making my way towards the slope to the climbers left. This, of course, ended up being the standard East Slopes route. Again, oops. I was already pretty much committed to the East Slope—unless I wanted to lose a considerable amount of elevation making my way to the East Ridge. I didn’t. As a consolation prize I noticed a little rib in between the East Ridge and East Slope, which provided plenty of boulder hopping with a short section of easy 4th Class (easily bypassed if you’re not up for it) en route to the summit. My original plan was to descend to the North Halfmoon Creek Trailhead, run a few miles of roads to the Mount Massive Trailhead, and make my way back to Fish Hatchery via the Colorado Trail. I was already pretty spent and it looked like some storms were rolling in early. So, I descended via the same little rib and then joined the East Slopes route back to the CT. I think fatigue from yesterday’s vert was still lingering around in my legs.

Moment of reflection on the High Line Trail


Friday, July 25th
AM—10 Miles—3:27—4,500’—Mount Elbert (14,433’)
From the North Elbert TH. I started off with 2.5 miles of flat running to the South Half Moon Creek TH. After splashing through Half Moon Creek I made my way up another 2.5 miles of mostly mellow jeep roads. As Roach often says, “the introduction is now over.” From here, it’s a 3,000’ climb up the West Face in about a mile. Yes, it’s steep. However, it’s not as bad as it might sound to most people. I tend to prefer this type of direct ascent versus the never-ending meandering of constant (mostly un-runnable) switchbacks. After talking to Tony it seems that I veered off the road a little too late, which explains the amount of effort it took to actually gain the ridge. Once on the ridge I was able to just put my nose in the dirt and grind out the ascent. To the surprise of many a casual hiker, this route goes directly to the summit. I always enjoy the perplexed look people have when I randomly come up to the summit from some off-trail route. From the moment I left the jeep road to the summit took me about 1:04—I’ll take it. Given the fact that I hit the trails a little later than the typical hiker I was able to see the ridiculous amount of people who had left the parking lot this morning. My original plan was to have a quick descent down the standard Northeast Ridge; I even brought along my headphones to stick in my ears so that I could pretend I didn’t hear people when they tried to ask me questions. But I had no desire to see that many people. Rather than endure this, I decided to descend via the North-Northeast Ridge—a route that sees essentially no traffic. This ended up being a great idea! I was able to make it from the summit to the parking lot without seeing a single other person. It’s great when you can get up/down a crowded mountain and only see people on the summit.

My ascent path is the ridge coming up the right side of the peak and the descent is the ridge the photo is taken from.

Rise and shine in the back of the Taco


Saturday, July 26th 
AM—10 Miles—5:33—5,500’—La Plata Peak (14,336’) and East La Plata (14,180’)
Up via Ellingwood Ridge, down via the standard Northwest Ridge. Roach says that this exact route has 4,800’ of gain, which means that I did a lot of up-and-down action on the ridge. I was supposed to meet Donald for the route, but after waiting for 30 minutes I decided to take off for a super mellow effort on tired legs. I would later find out that he got a flat tire en route to the trailhead.

The split-off for Ellingwood is easy to find and the trail even remains well-defined for a mile or more. However, a tremendous amount of downed trees eventually caused me to lose the trail. So I started charging towards treeline via a shitty, loose talus slope that doubled as an aspen grove. After a few hundred vertical feet of this I crossed paths with a trail and joined it. I didn’t really stay on the trail long since I could see the ridge looming overhead.

After 1,400 vertical feet of shitty talus I was finally on the lower end of the ridge—only two miles left to get to the summit! Around the first tower of the ridge I passed a group of four guys making their way—I didn’t really want to know what time they started because I assumed they would say 3am or earlier.

To keep this ridge’s difficulty at Class 3 one must constantly drop significantly below the actual ridgeline. Being fully comfortable up to moderate 5th Class climbing in my trail runners caused me to charge up quite a few sections of 5.easy climbing on the ridge crest versus dropping below it. This was all fine and dandy until I hit the high point and looked down the other side, which more-often-than-not was a vertical wall. Inevitably, I would have to back track and down climb a ways to bypass these obstacles. And so it went. Maybe this ridge would be easier for someone who is uncomfortable on more difficult terrain than 3rd Class since they wouldn’t be tempted to stay near the crest?

About halfway through, I encountered the low-light of the day. I was cruising along on a narrow ledge—paying more attention to my footing than any obstacles in front—and nailed my shoulder on a rock partially blocking the ledge. This caused me to fall off the ledge until my shin nailed another rock, which kept me from continuing down the mountain. Now I have a 4-inch gash in my right shin accompanied by a considerable amount of swelling.

With most of the ridgeline out of the way I was still faced with a steep climb up to East La Plata. I’d like to say this was enjoyable, but I was ready to be done with loose talus slopes for the day. A couple passed me around this point; they were descending the ridge even though it was already 10:45am and the afternoon storms would be rolling in VERY soon.

From the summit of East La Plata to the summit of La Plata was the most enjoyable section of the ridge, by far. I was able to stay on the ridge crest for almost the entire stretch and enjoyed some 4th Class terrain here-and-there. I remember doing this section last year and dropping way below crest because I was uncomfortable with the difficulty. It’s amazing how things change once you gain a little confidence climbing.
Almost immediately upon reaching the La Plata summit I reached for my wind shell and gloves. I started getting pelted with graupel at this time as well. I looked back at the ridge and noticed that the group I passed at the beginning of the day was less than halfway across the ridge—those poor bastards. Less than five minutes on the summit was more than enough. My descent was triggered by a random hiker asking, “Is that electricity that’s making your hair stick straight up?” And with that, I was heading downhill…Once below treeline I walked the rest of the way back to the Taco. My shin had started swelling and the pounding descent was beginning to hurt a little.

View of Ellingwood Ridge leading to the summit of La Plata

Big gash in my leg from falling on Ellingwood Ridge. This is about three weeks after it happened. 


Sunday, July 27th
AM—8.5 Miles—3:32—3,550’—Mount Princeton Scouting
I set off from the Colorado Trail just off Cottonwood Pass Road with no idea where the hell to really go. After a mile or so of running I came to a clearing showcasing a ridgeline that appeared to head towards Princeton. So, I set my sights on this and started looking for opportunities to veer off trail towards it. I eventually came across a cairn on the side of the trail that seemed a bit out of place given how well-defined the trail was. I assumed this was a reminder to someone that this was the spot to head up to the ridge. So, I did. The terrain was steep, but relatively benign as far as bushwhacking goes. Once on the ridge, I followed it to treeline and continued up to the low point above treeline. From here I caught glimpse of Princeton and realized that I took the wrong route—I probably had close to two miles of ridge to traverse with several prominent notches to bypass. If I weren’t still noticeably dehydrated from yesterday I might have pushed on to the summit. Instead, I turned around and made my way back to the CT; walking every step of the way back to the Taco since my bruised shin didn’t like the downhill running.



Weekly Totals
Miles—69.5
Time—25 hours 20 minutes

Elevation Gain—32,100 feet