Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Leadville, Colorado

The drive out of Boulder heading west on Route 6 was great. You drive through a massive canyon, and cut though the mountains via tunnels carved into the base. Colorado is an amazing place. Once you enter into the Rockies, I think that’s when you really start to appreciate its beauty. Leadville is an old mining town and it sits at an elevation of 10,200 feet. Once I drove through the town center, It immediately reminded me Ludlow, Vermont. It has that small community feel to it and the store and restaurant fronts date back to the early 1900’s. It’s definitely unique. It’s not like a Vail, or an Aspen, CO. It’s very low key. I found a small campground called Sugarloafin’. Cheap. Clean. Awesome! The owner was very nice and informative. I wanted to know where I could find the trailhead for Mt. Massive or Mt. Elbert. He had told me Elbert was the highest point in Colorado, sitting at 14,433 ft. Obviously I’m going to go climb that bad boy! I settled in, ate and geared up for my run, hike, crawl to the summit of Mount Elbert. Late August nights in Leadville can drop to 40F! I recorded 46F @ 4am on the car thermometer. Dress Appropriately.

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Waking up and seeing the sun rise paint the east face of the Rockies was just just phenomenal. I was driving to the trailhead and hanging out my passenger window trying to get a good picture. I love panoramic shots! Below, Mount Massive sits between the two wooden posts and Mount Elbert is to the far left. The weather is beautiful now, but at these elevations the weather can change at any minute.


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Getting to the trailhead requires you to drive about 5 miles on a very narrow gravel road. Complete with gullies, potholes, and trucks buzzing by at 30mph. Both Massive and Elbert trailheads are in San Isabel National Forest. The Mt Elbert trailhead connects you with the Colorado Trail. You have to ascend The Colorado Trail heading west for 2ish miles before you reach the ‘other trail’, which brings you to the summit of Elbert, which is unmarked but easy to follow.


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My plan was to run the trail. Obviously if you are ascending for over 4 straight miles you can’t just blaze up the mountain. Unless your some superhuman elite trail runner. You must hike portions of it. To break it down; Elbert trailhead: 10,175ft. Mt Elbert summit: 14,433ft. trailhead-to-summit: 4.55 miles. Simply put, it is A LOT of climbing in a very short distance. Once I came out above the tree line I was at 12,500ish feet. At this moment I was starting to feel the effects of the altitude ( like I hadn't already, simply sitting down at 10,200 I was short of breath). I passed several hikers on my way up. One had asked me if I was cold, I told her, no, I was fine. But truthfully I wasn’t. I was starting to shiver, and my hands were cold and pale. I was completely unprepared for this climb. The mountains out here are no joke. Not only that, I had only brought 28oz.’s of water, which was clearly insufficient. So, now, I’m nearly 1,900 feet from the summit, I have about 9oz’s of water left, The temperature is hovering around 50F, (and dropping, but luckily the sun was out), I’m wet, cold, and getting light headed from the altitude. There was a moment where I didn’t think I would make it back down. Amateur! I am now playing out scenes in my head of my pale white body strung out across the rocks, with vultures picking at my flesh. Maybe I watch too many movies. I had contemplated turning back several times. 


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Turning point! I catch up to a group of hikers, and stop for a moment. They notice I’m not carrying much water and one offers me a full 20oz bottle! He said he had brought too much. They told me if you’re feeling woozy, stop for 5 minutes or even 10. Let your body adjust. So I took 5 minutes, sucked down a gu and some water, and I immediately felt better. Still cold, but I could cope. I ran the remaining 1,000 feet to the summit. It was a gorgeous day and you could see for miles in the distance. Peak after peak after peak. It was simply incredible, I’ve never seen anything like it. As I sat shivering at the top of this mountain, I thought how fortunate I was. Fortunate to be alive and fortunate to be in good health. And fit enough to climb this beast! After lulling around the summit for ten minutes, It was time to descend. It was a steep, technical, quad-zilla descent. But fun. I had found a great stick with a healthy bow in it to aid in my descent. And after about an hour of knees, I had reached the trailhead. And that’s the story of my first 14er.


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Saturday, August 18, 2012

Portage, IN. Indiana Dunes National Park.

I stopped in Portage, IN after driving for 11 hours or so, covering 850ish miles. I didn't think there would be much of anything around the area. Not that I planned on doing shit anyways, I wanted to eat, shower, beer and bed. I found the Indiana Dunes National Park on the map. I knew it would be cool to watch the sunrise over Lake Michigan at the park. So I got up at 5am go for a run along the beach and to catch the sunrise. I knew this would be the only time I'd ever be here. The run turned into a sand dune climbing fest. But it was pretty cool. There were these small trail systems on top of the dunes that connected to other trails into the woods. So you have this massive inland body of water, these ginormous sand dunes rising off the beach and a wooded area behind the dunes, It's Not something you see evryday.  Below are some flickers and a short video.

Monday, August 6, 2012

2012 Escarpment Trail Run


This year's edition of the 30 kilometer trek through the rugged Catskill Mountains was a wet one. Palenville, Haines Falls and the surrounding Catskill Mountain area were pummeled with rain all weekend. This left the trail muddy, and the rocks slick. I camped out Friday & Saturday evening at Black Bear Campground in Phoenicia. Nice campground, but the shower levers were malfunctioning, so I had to use my own pliers to tighten the lever on the shower head to make it work. And the men's room stunk of  'I can't quite figure out what that putrid smell is'. I know, it's camping. But, if your going to have shower stalls and bathrooms, clean them at least once a week, maybe. And maintain the equipment so it's remotely useable. Overall, decent campground, will I go back, probably not.

On saturday afternoon, race director, Dick Vincent hosted an open house for all registered runners. His house is located on a steep climbing road, off of route 23A. Rightfully named, 'Dick's cliffhouse'. Situated right on a cliff, with stunning views to the east. Many Escarpment veterans show up to the open house, some with 6,7,8-15 ETR's under their belt. Impressive! There were also a few first timers there. I enjoy explaining the race to a runner who hasn't yet run the trail. They read the description on the registration form and hear words like 10,000 feet of elevation change, bears, bees, danger, steep cliffs, fall to your death. Naturally, they have many questions about the accuracy of the description. Is it really that bad? Can you really fall off a cliff and die? What's the hardest part? yes, yes, and the whole thing. Hidden within the description of the race, I believe it is the director's ultimate intention to lure a runner into the race by effectively using reverse psychology. There are several sections on the form where the director tells the runner to not sign up if s/he has any doubts about his/her fitness. Regardless of how fit that runner thinks he/she is, don't you think they're going to sign up anyway? Trail runners are stubborn people and invite a challenge! "You think I can't do this thing? watch me!" Think back to middle school when your best friend triple-dog-dared you to jump off that ledge. It's like that. Provoking, but in a fun sort of way.

Race morning was foggy with a slight drizzle. Before loading onto the bus, the rain really started coming down. I put on the raincoat, it was getting cold. Arriving at the trailhead, the rain had let up some. I warmed up by running up the muddy trail a little ways. Dick gave his usual race speech, slightly rushed this year, as many runners were eager to get moving, including myself. I positioned myself about 15-20 runners back for the initial 3.5 mile climb up Windham. I rate this climb the easiest, as your legs are the most fresh, it's not (that) technical, and it's very gradual. Unlike the rest of the trail. If you cook your legs here, you will get into big trouble on the later climbs. I found myself descending with another runner. I quickly dropped him, but he would later catch me on the climbs. We see-sawed for most of the run. I made it a point to improve my descending this year, but I guess I still have to work on my climbing.

The dirt was mud, the rocks were slick as ice, and there were pools of water everywhere. The best footing lied in the muddy areas. No views this year, where there was a look out, there was a white wall of fog. Bummer for a first timer, the views give the run a real epic feel. On the later stages of the run, I found myself running with the same runner I was with earlier on the Windham climb. He finally dropped me on the last big climb of the day, Stoppel. I can't be anything but encouraging to a runner who pulls away late in a run. But this year, I have gotten more competitive, particularly with trail running. So, at the same time, I'm more reluctant to pull off to the side and let him pass.

The last two miles were tough. I was just dragging myself over the rocky trail. At times sliding on my rear across the large flat rocks. Last year, I bombed this section, this year, not so much. Running along, I can hear the patter of a runner closing in on me. He passed me with less than 1/2 a mile to go. blehhh. I had not the energy, nor the motivation to chase him. But, finally, the sun came out. With one of the last sections running along a cliff, the clouds gave way to a gorgeous view to the east. Encouraging. I finished in 3:51:29, 22nd overall. A fantastic time, especially given the conditions. Next year I'll shoot for a 3:20-3:30 finish. Overall, a great run with great people through the Catskill Mountains. Thanks Dick and all of the brave volunteers. You guys toughed it out for hours up there in the pouring rain.


(pics still unsorted, I yanked 'em off early)

photo credit : David Martin

I dug up this photo of the buses leaving North Lake:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/seanaes/7667917404/in/photostream/lightbox/

The Runner who dethroned Nephew in 2007, Nathan Harkins:
http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1304/944614057_c454b345db.jpg?v=0