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Friday, April 26, 2013
Smoky Mountain Relay
For the past several months, I have been training for the Smoky Mountain Relay. It's a 212-mile relay ran by 6 or 12 team members. I was on a team of 12, and we definitely were the best team there, at least in team spirit. Our official team name was Hiker Trash on the Run (HTOTR) because most of the runners are long-distance hikers who have some pretty awesome hiking accomplishments under their belts. Our unofficial team name/mascot was Zebrasaurus. This comes from the combination of several team members living in the Zebra Hill house in Asheville and from team captain Dinosaur/Kathryn/K$. Izaac, our team costume designer, created the mythical Zebrasaurus and put it into costume form. You can see what Zebrasaurus looks like from this group shot from the start of the race.
HTOTR met early Friday morning at Dino's house to get the party started. A few of us had met the night before for a pre-race dinner, but the Raleigh & DC contingents didn't get in until late. After a round of sleepy introductions, we loaded into our two rented 15-passenger vans and headed for the start of the race near Brevard, NC. The forecast for the day was 80% chance of rain and t-storms. For once, the weather folks were spot on. Pockets of downpour made for an interesting day of running and relay exchanges. We made the best of the weather by drinking lots of hot green tea mate and by Zebrasaurus making an appearance at every exchange.
After my van passed off the relay wristband to the second van, we had a several hour break to rest up for the night section of the race. We hit the grocery store and then napped away the afternoon. Luckily, the weather started clearing up as it got closer to our next section of race. While we were waiting for our other team van, we met another really funny team called the Pusseyfooters. Their van had a life-size cheetah hanging out on top and cheetah print covering their rental van. Very classy. Around dinner time, we heard from our other team van that they were really close. We got ready for the next exchange, and we were off!The next few legs were some of the longest for my team's runners, but also some of the fastest. Kerby had to do a 9.8 mile leg, but averaged something around 7 minute miles. Between his run and Izaac's crazy fast 5-mile leg, we had passed quite a few teams. By the time my turn came around, I didn't really have to worry much about getting passed. So I took off just after dark and enjoyed my 5.4 mile leg through the rolling hills not too far from the big town of Otto, NC. Two more runners later, we had an 11 pm exchange with van 2. All of us were pretty pooped and ready for some much needed shut-eye.
After figuring out how to get to the next exchange, via some really long forest service roads, we set-up camp around 1 in the morning in just above freezing temps. 4 am came WAY too early. Van 2 had made up even more time overnight and we were one of the first three teams on the course. We begrudgingly got out of our warm sleeping bags and took down our tents. Kayah was up first and she ran like a champ despite not having any green tea mate power in her veins. Kerby and Izaac ran so fast they beat the sun, so I was the lucky runner who got to see the sun come up on my leg. It was especially great because I saw the sun just as I was cresting Tellico Gap and the Appalachian Trail crossing. The climb up to Tellico was a bitch, but I was able to make up some time by running downhill for the next 4.5 miles. My quads were burning, but I had the best time singing my heart out to some country music as the sun was rising. It certainly was a great morning to be alive and to be healthy enough to be running this crazy race.Check out this video of my finishing up my final leg. Notice the snazzy vest. Several of us tried to look our best for various legs of the race.
Tori and Mark brought it home for Van 1. We made our final exchange with Van 2 and headed out for some much needed breakfast. Luckily, one of the local fire departments offered an all you can eat breakfast for $5. After chowing down and catching up with one of the teams we were neck and neck with (Dead Goats Society), we headed for the NOC. We hooped and hollered for the teams we passed en route and then collapsed in the ice cold water of the Nantahala River upon arrival. Rather, Kerby, Izaac, and Tori collapsed in the water while the smarter team members (Kayah and myself) collapsed on the picnic table.
We had a decent wait for our team, since they still had some 50 miles still to run. We spent the afternoon napping, snacking, and playing games. Finally, the other van arrived. So far, no other teams had crossed the finish line. We all headed to the end of the course and waited patiently for our last teammate and captain - K$/Dinosaur/Kathryn to come flying down the trail. And fly down the trail she did! She didn't bother to stop and wait for us. Which way to the finish? We all took off behind her and crossed the finish line. Since the race officials wanted us all to finish together, we did a slow motion crossing of the finish line. Pretty hilarious.
We were the first team to cross the finish line - hooray! That meant we were the winner, right? Not exactly, but we milked it for all it was worth. We had the satisfaction of watching all the other teams finish, while we chowed down on BBQ and beer. It was nice to chat with some of the folks in van 2 since I didn't know them well. They had some pretty elite runners also. They had Moe, who ran the "Tough Mother" section and sailed past the team that was beating us. They also had Mark, who had ran the Boston marathon just last week. I feel fortunate to have been on such a kick ass team.
As most of my teammates headed back to where they came from, a few of us stayed around to watch the other teams finish and enjoy the beautiful spring day. A spontaneous dance party erupted, and several race officials joined in. The moment we had all been waiting for was seeing Seth Avett (one of the famous Avett Brothers - a favorite music group of mine) cross the finish line. I was off playing soccer with a few teammates and thankfully Dino came and pulled me over. That's the closest I have ever come to meeting him. He looked just like the rest of us, tired and satisfied after two days of running. Super stoked to see him either way. Sunday, April 7, 2013
Santa Cruz Island Adventures
After dropping off the sea lions, we finally made it to Prisoners Harbor, my home for the night. I quickly carried my stuff to the campsite, set up camp, and what did I see? An island fox, found only on the Channel Islands. It was sniffing around a few campsites. They area about a third smaller than your average fox and ten times cuter. They were almost extinct a twenty years ago when the golden eagle hunted them to extinction. The park was able to relocate the golden eagles and gradually bring back this cute little guy.
After getting back from my (almost) 8 mile trail run, I downed a quick lunch and tried my hand at snorkeling. The ocean had other ideas. I got the shit beat out of me trying to snorkel with the tide coming in and the gale force winds surrounding the islands. I tried for about an hour, looked like an idiot, and called it quits. Between the trail run, and the the "snorkeling," I was pretty much done for the day. I did try one last hike before calling it quits for the evening - Cavern Point. It was an easy two-miler, but crazy windy. Check out this video to get a feel for how windy it really was. I could barely stand up without being blown over.
I woke up Sunday morning anxious to get in a hike or two. Because of the wind, the island shuttle service was asking us all to leave around 11:30 am instead of 4 pm. I quickly packed up camp and took off on a 5-miler to Potato Cove. I'm glad I did because it was a really neat area. The water was this crazy teal green/blue. I enjoyed my last bit of scenery before heading back to the boat landing. All in all, a successful trip, and a great last full weekend in California.
Friday, April 5, 2013
Spring Break Part 2 - Kings Canyon & Sequoia National Park
After cleaning up and re-gearing, I picked up Dinosaur from LAX and we were off to the mountains! We made really great time, I was super stoked to miss out on the infamous LA traffic this time of day on a Friday. We chose to go through the Big Stump entrance to the park, so we could explore Grants Grove before heading into the backcountry. The weather was perfect as we climbed in elevation, getting closer to the park. One of those blue sky days that feels like it could go on forever. After scouting out a front country site, we quickly set up camp and headed down the trail to the third largest tree in the world. That's right, the world. All the trees in Kings Canyon/Sequoia were crazy beautiful. You just wanted to hug all of them. We played in tunnels that were really hollowed out old trees that had fallen, read lots of interpretive signs, and just enjoyed staring up at these old giants. General Grant was 1700 years old, which isn't even the oldest tree in the world. They all made me feel really small.
We next hit the Foothills Visitor Center to get our permit (safety and park regulations first!) and to find a little more about trail conditions and weather. Thunderstorms and rain were headed our way, but blue skies were still abundant. We ate a nice lunch, while learning about the native people of the area, loaded our packs (complete with bear canister) and hit the trail. We thought heading out on the trail would thin out some of the crowds, but we saw a ton of people on the Middle Fork Trail we were on. There are only so many trails that are not covered with snow here, so I should have known better. We followed the middle fork of the Kaweah River up towards the High Sierra. Our initial destination was Redwood Meadow - supposedly one of the most remote groves of old trees in the park. Everyone we talked to on the trail that got there said it was super neat. But after a late start, and enjoying the beauty of the trail, we decided to call it quits at Mehrten Creek. Good thing we did, because it starting raining on us as soon as we took our packs off.After a fairly rainy night, and an even rainier morning, our stuff was a bit damp. I had chosen to go with my ultralight shelter, which is not quite decided for two people in the rain. Needless to say, there were a few wet sleeping bags and pads. More rain was on the forecast, and we were on vacation, so we decided to not be hardcore and instead hike back out. We would have had to do a big mile day to get to Redwood Meadow, and we just didn't want to be in a hurry. Of course, as soon as we got on the trail, the weather cleared. We thought about going back up, but decided finding the hot spring I had heard so much about would be a better option. The weather was great on the way out and we stopped quite a bit to take photos and enjoy the view. One spot at Panther Creek was particularly pretty, and we took a long break there. Some folks came down the trail that had made it to the meadow and showed us some pictures. We got to see it after all!
After eating lunch, we began the long drive to the Remington hot springs. They were near the town of Lake Isabella, which isn't too far from Walker Pass and the PCT. Dino remembered visiting Lake Isabella on her PCT thru-hike and kept going on an on about some milkshakes at a diner with an older lady's name. So, we of course had to check it out. Being that we were itchy to get out of the car, we hit the hot springs first. We couldn't find the hot springs right off the bat, but did find two very hippy-looking buses that would definitely know where the hot springs were. Sure enough, they pointed us in the right direction. I wish I could have stayed and chatted with those folks. They looked like they had some stories to tell! The hot springs were amazing!!! We didn't have them to ourselves, as it is a popular area not too far from a road. But these hot spring were definitely well taken care of. Someone had poured concrete in the pools and had constructed several bathing tubs that were nicely decorated with pretty rocks, stones, and writing. Each of the different tubs were a different temperature, but all toasty warm. They felt great after a few days of hiking and even better that it was kind of chilly and misting. We made some new friends and soaked in the springs until the rain started coming down a bit harder. Everyone grabbed their stuff and headed back up to the vehicles.
I had planned on camping at one of the established campgrounds in the area, but decided camping in Buddy the truck just off the road would be just as great. That's what forest service land is for, right? Later that night, there was a car that parked near us for about an hour. Sensing they were not moving, Dino was brave enough to ask if they were lost or needed help. Turns out it was a nice older hippy that looks after the springs from time to time and was camping out as well. Looks like we have a neighbor for the night. Woke up, made some coffee and tea, and decided to eat breakfast in town, complete with famous milkshake. Turns out it was Nelda's diner, and it was delicious. I don't think many people order a milkshake with their breakfast, but I was a satisfied customer.I had to be back to work the next day, and Dino had a plane to catch, so we headed back toward Malibu. I showed Dino around where I lived/worked, and then took her to some of my favorite beaches. The weather, and the sea life, definitely cooperated. We saw dolphins, sea stars, California mussels, anemones, crabs, amongst other sea creatures. Not to mention a nice sunset. All in all, a great trip, and the perfect end to the first spring break I have had in years.
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
Pacific Crest Trail - Spring Break Part I
On my way into the park, I really took my time. I had heard from several friends that I wouldn't like Joshua Tree because it wasn't that pretty. Untrue! The landscape is very different from what I am used to, but alarmingly pretty. After taking the obligatory entrance shot photo, I head to the Boy Scout trailhead where I commence to run a 6-mile out and back that borders the Wonderland, the best place to do anything fun in the park. I thoroughly enjoyed the namesake tree of the park on my run. I returned from my run very thirsty, but thankful for my time in the park.
I drove all the way through the park, ending at the Cottonwood Visitor Center. Since all the frontcountry camping sites were taken, I knew I needed to camp in the backcountry. I parked at the Cottonwood Spring trailhead and hiked in a mile to a very nice spot where I could see the sunset and enjoy a cold beer or two that I hiked in. It feels so nice to camp outside again after several months of not camping. I can't stop from smiling.
A few miles in, all is as it should be. Mick and I are catching up on a few years gossip. We both feel great and the scenery is spectacular. I heart California. We pass the spot we had intially thought about camping and decide we should push forward, as we are both feeling good. We end up just north of Sunrise Trailhead in a grassy meadow we are both comfortable camping. The moon looks full and the trail very promising as we make camp. A night of Eygptian rat screw and catching up quickly fades into morning.
On day two, we end up hiking 18 miles, not for reasons initially expected. We both wake up super happy to be on the trail. But Mick's blisters set the pace for the day. Her feet are not happy, so we make accomodations to stay on schedule. Sometime in the afternoon, we realize that happiness is not 100% guaranteed. We decide to hike to Scissors Crossing so we are in good condition to hitch back to my truck the next morning. This proves more difficult in reality. The water source at Rodriguez Trail is not what it should be, and the trail north of that is not as easy as it should be. We get slightly lost, but also get found along the PCT. I encounter a cactus that is not very friendly, but Mick helps keep me sane by pulling out the quills. We both finally make it Scissors Crossing and camp between the two roads.
Monday, March 4, 2013
Sandstone Peak & The Grotto
I have been trying to see a little bit of California every weekend, and this weekend was no exception. I had made plans with my friend Molly, who lives in LA, and some of the folks I work with to hike up Sandstone Peak, the tallest peak in the Santa Monica Mountains. We had a 6-mile loop planned to Sandstone, with a 3.5 mile hike to the Grotto if we were still feeling frisky after the first hike. We woke up on Saturday morning to 65 degrees and sunny. Couldn't ask for better weather. By the time we reached the trailhead, it was already 70 degrees. We met Molly around 9 am and began the gradual loop that would wind us along the Mishe Mokwa Trail, passed Echo Cliffs, and with a nice view of Balanced Rock. There were plenty of opportunities for photo ops, the scenery just kept getting better.
The trail contoured along Boney Mountain on the western edge of Carlisle Canyon and then dipped down to Split Rock. After Split Rock, we began to climb up again and found ourselves at Inspiration Point. We had great views of the ocean from here, including Catalina Island and two of the Channel Islands. To the left is a pic of my crew enjoying the view out to the ocean. From Inspiration Point, we had a short steep section up to Sandstone Peak. Sandstone Peak, or Mt. Allen (as it was labeled in honor of the Mr. Allen that originally donated this land to the boy scouts) sits at 3,111 feet and offers views in all directions. We could see the house that we can see from our camp that used to belong to the famous Jack Nicklaus. Pretty cool. We could also see snow-capped Mt. Baldy, which is on the PCT, and I want to hike up badly!
After enjoying some lunch at the top, we made our way back down to trailhead number 1. Molly decided to skip out on the second hike because she had homework (lame!) but the rest of us decided to go for it. The Grotto hike trailhead was right down the road from Sandstone Peak. After parking, we began the downhill hike, crossing over Arroyo Sequit, down to the canyon floor. We passed a grassy ridge that made me pine for the grassy balds of the Appalachian Mountains. Almost to the canyon floor, we saw this big jumble of rocks that led the way to the cool water of the Grotto (think Mahoosuc Notch for all you AT hikers out there). We climbed and scrambled down and were rewarded with nature's playground of rocks and hiding spots, quite different from our first hike.
After watching some guy almost fall into the water, we began the climb back up out of the canyon. I was happy that I had correctly figured out where the Grotto was from Sandstone Peak. For those of you that hike with me on a regular basis, you know I am often "slightly off" my calculations. Maybe this is a sign of improvement. Being that it was 80 degrees out and we had put in almost 10 miles of hiking, the obvious next plan was frozen yogurt. A very curvy/windy 13 miles later, we had our fro yo and the end of our hiking excursion. Matt had so much fun, he couldn't keep his eyes open on the return trip!
The trail contoured along Boney Mountain on the western edge of Carlisle Canyon and then dipped down to Split Rock. After Split Rock, we began to climb up again and found ourselves at Inspiration Point. We had great views of the ocean from here, including Catalina Island and two of the Channel Islands. To the left is a pic of my crew enjoying the view out to the ocean. From Inspiration Point, we had a short steep section up to Sandstone Peak. Sandstone Peak, or Mt. Allen (as it was labeled in honor of the Mr. Allen that originally donated this land to the boy scouts) sits at 3,111 feet and offers views in all directions. We could see the house that we can see from our camp that used to belong to the famous Jack Nicklaus. Pretty cool. We could also see snow-capped Mt. Baldy, which is on the PCT, and I want to hike up badly!
After watching some guy almost fall into the water, we began the climb back up out of the canyon. I was happy that I had correctly figured out where the Grotto was from Sandstone Peak. For those of you that hike with me on a regular basis, you know I am often "slightly off" my calculations. Maybe this is a sign of improvement. Being that it was 80 degrees out and we had put in almost 10 miles of hiking, the obvious next plan was frozen yogurt. A very curvy/windy 13 miles later, we had our fro yo and the end of our hiking excursion. Matt had so much fun, he couldn't keep his eyes open on the return trip!
Friday, January 25, 2013
Grand Canyon
The first view from the east entrance of the park is Desert View. There is also something called the Watchtower at Desert View. The historic Watchtower is a replica of the prehistoric towers found on the Colorado Plateau and was designed by architect Mary Jane Colter. It was designed in 1932 and at that time there weren't too many women chosen to design much of anything architecturally so I thought that was pretty cool. She obviously knew her stuff! From the Watchtower, you could see almost 100 miles since it was a clear day when we were there.
After hanging out in Desert View for awhile, we made our way to the main area of the South Rim. We did the obligatory visitor center/exhibit thing and of course watched the 20-minute film about the park. I'm not going to lie, I do this at just about every park. It's one of the best ways to learn about the history of the park! Then we went on a ranger-led nature walk. It really was informative and gave me a better idea about what the park had to offer and what those far off peaks were over on the North Rim. The view to the right is from the South Rim Mather Point.
We both ate a little lunch and then began the grueling ascent back up to the Rim. I believe Indian Gardens sits around 4,000 feet and the top of the South Rim is around 7,500. It was a pretty nice climb, but Cough Drop and I nailed it. We made it back to the top in pretty good time. I was actually surprised to have gone down, around, and up the canyon in less than six hours. What to do with our afternoon now? Well first things first, a celebratory drink! I had a specialty spiked coffee to warm-up and Cough Drop had a Grand Canyon IPA.
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