After almost a week in Indian Creek perfecting my crack flailing abilities I decided to head down to the Grand Canyon for a Rim-to-Rim-to-Rim effort. I headed south on a Saturday with no real knowledge of the area surrounding the Canyon. So, I decided to settle down in Flagstaff for the night until I could get on the internet and find places to car camp near the GC.
Just outside of Flagstaff a turnoff for national forest access presented itself, which naturally begged to be explored. Eventually I found a road that dead-ended at a trailhead for the Inner Basin Loop. After six hours of driving the Taco stand a run sounded both wonderfully appealing and hauntingly appalling. So I ran…
The temperature was nice and cool, but felt warm enough to justify running sans shirt (at least until 15 minutes into the run when the sun fell below the mountains). Regardless, I still maintained the casual pace I intended. I was rewarded with a few stunning views of the turning Aspens as well as decent views of some of the San Francisco peaks once I reached the Inner Basin. A nice-and-easy 5 mile run with 1,100 feet of vertical in 54 minutes. Not too shabby for just hopping out of the Taco after driving for six hours…
|My dumb ass in the cold all in a desperate attempt to annoy Rob Timko. Just wish my head wrap had an upside-down visor on it...|
|Chilly running conditions|
|A nice sunset on the way down from the trailhead|
After dinner and beer at some unmemorable brewery in downtown Flagstaff (what can I say? Colorado breweries have spoiled me…) I parked El Taco Blanco in the Motel 6 parking lot and had one of the most uncomfortable nights of sleep I’ve had in a LONG time.
Some early morning research (and napping) at a local coffee shop had me ready to go tackle Mount Humphrey’s—the highest point in Arizona at 12,633 feet or something like that. When I rolled into the parking lot of the Arizona Snow Bowl and began changing into running clothes the stares began. Most noticeable was a couple standing by some table near the TH. I assumed they were going to ask me to register to vote or something so I avoided eye contact like the plague. Turns out they were doctors conducting research on the effects of altitude on hikers up Mount Humphreys.
|Driving along Kendrick Street to get to the Humphrey's trailhead|
The docs seemed a bit surprised when I told them of my plans to run up the mountain and be at the top in the one to one-and-a-half hour range depending on how bad the snow was. I was the 16th person to sign up for the study with person #1 having about a three hour head start. My goal was to be every last one of them to the top.
I took off at a comfortable yet decent pace up the super runnable grade—stopping to talk to anyone who felt like talking along the way. About a mile or so into the 5 mile ascent the trail started getting snowy/slushy/icy. Near the saddle the snow was deep and soft enough that I either kept falling through the snow pack or couldn’t get traction. So I fell into an easy power hike for most of the remainder of the ascent with the exception of the last ¼ to ½ mile, which I ran pretty hard. I topped out around 1:30 and was immediately hooked up to the doctor’s machine to be tested. Not really sure what all the machine told him (O2 saturation, heart rate, other things?), but my heart rate dropped from 150 to 70 within one minute of topping out. The doc seemed impressed. Maybe it was my heart rate or maybe it was the fact that I beat everyone except the #1 person in the test to the top. Number 1 beat me by less than five minutes. That bastard…
|First glimpse of the Mount Humphrey's summit (far right) and several false summits along the way|
|Mount Humphrey's summit post|
|Looking back at the path I took up to the summit|
The descent was pretty much an uncontrolled glissade through slush—hoping and praying that I didn’t fall and crack my head open on one of the many exposed rocks. Really fun stuff. For some reason I got a lot of weird looks while doing this…
After a few more miles of slipping and sliding I eventually hit some rooty (but runnable) terrain, which I coasted on back to the trailhead for my last round of doctor testing. I finished the 10 miles with 3,300 feet of vertical run in 2:53. Really mellow, but not bad considering how much snow was out there and that I was running in it with essentially no traction at all—the 110’s I was wearing had 500+ miles on them and not much tread left. I would love to go back and run Humphrey’s without snow since it’s such a mellow grade.
With my legs sufficiently warmed up I decided to Taco camp off a forest service road in Tusayan to get into the Grand Canyon park gates early and avoid paying the entry fee.