OMAR 24 Hour

Team Mountain Goat Adventures

This year Lisa, Susie, Marcus, and I teamed up in the Coed division for the Oak Mountain 24 Hour Adventure Race.  This was a great opportunity to see how the 3 of us would work together, as we are gunning for Adventure Race Nationals in Bend, Oregon in October.  Kristi McBride is our 4th team mate, but was unable to make it down South ... I think she is still under 4 feet of snow! Marcus Barton joined as our 4th team member.  I like how Susie, in our text threads, determined that he would be The Mule.

I just recently had hand surgery for "trigger finger," but I had recovered well from that and did not think it would affect my racing.  However, on the final day of my Florida vacation/family reunion (Wednesday the 18th), I slipped and fell in the shower/tub.  The left side of my tail bone and all those ligament/tendon attachments took a solid blow.  If not broken, definitely bruised.  Running through the woods and pedaling technical trail was going to be a bit of a challenge, with my broken a$$.

To start off the race, we "spun the wheel" to decide which discipline we would start first.  None of us wanted to paddle first, so we made Lisa spin the wheel.  Welp! Guess what we got to do first ... paddle!

PADDLE #1    4.6 miles    1:12    6 CP's

We were given the location of the first CP.  At each control was a map of the next CP, which Marcus the Punch Monkey marked.  Susie and I settled in a good stroke rhythm.  Not 15 minutes into the paddle and I think we were all glad we started with this discipline.  Our team was out front and it was kinda funny looking back and seeing all the other teams following us like ducklings.

PADDLE BOARD    1 mile    30 minutes    2 CP's

None of us had paddle boarded in the past 5 years, unless you count Lisa who did the paddle board section at OMAR last year.  But since she was nav'ing, Marcus volunteered.  We transitioned and ate a bite, and got his gear ready while he was paddling.

TREK #1    9.5 miles    3:04    10 CP's

Lisa started out pretty fast.  She may have not thought it was "all out," but Susie and I beg to differ.  I blame it on Oso, the German Shepherd she is fostering.  Lisa took up running again, to train Oso as well as to drain his huge stockpile of energy. Unfortunately, Lisa managed to find an 18 inch hole.  She wrecked hard, rolling her ankle in the process.  After muttering a few choice words, she bounced back up and continued on her blistering pace.

Four of the first five CP's had us climbing up multiple hill tops.  And it was getting hot!  While the heat had no effect on me and surprisingly Lisa, too, it was oppressive for Susie.  The speed, combined with the heat, had Susie's heartrate hitting that of a hummingbird's. By the time we hit Peavine Road on our way to CP 7, she was starting to struggle.  Marcus offered to take her pack, but she refused as she needed to drink.  (For future races, I think each one of us needs to carry a flask of hydration, along with our bladders.)

CP 3

Susie was able to grab hold of Marcus' pack which allowed a little "tow" up the road. As we began our descent down a hiking trail to grab CP 8, it was high noon.  The spring foilage had not come out in full force, so the sun was blazing down upon us.  Slip sliding down pine straw, Marcus began talking about his Dad, B.B., born and raised in Alabama and his pig named Snowball.  With a melodic Southern drawl, like molasses rollin' off your tongue, he told the story of how B.B. and Snowball would sled ride on dem der banana boxes.  You know why we used doz boxes?  Cuz' them were waxed!  And Snowball would squeal all the way down the hill. B.B. loved his Snowball.  I asked Marcus what ever became of her?  To which he replied ... bacon!

 

CP 9 Peavine Falls

Trekking up to Peavine Falls, both Marcus and I did our best to help Susie.  She was deep into the pain cave of heat exhaustion: elevated HR, profuse sweating, nausea, and extreme fatigue. I tried to get her to cool off in a couple of creeks we crossed.  She finally let Marcus carry her pack, once I filtered some water for us.  She pulled out a soft flask, which I filled and she dumped a baggie of electrolytes into. As we made our way to the final CP, I just tried to keep her morale up, but I wasn't doing a very good job.  She kept saying to me that she was going to quit once we got done with the trek.  

As we hit the TA, we all jumped in trying to get her to forge on.  I think it was a combination of taking a 15 minute breather, handing her LMNT packs like it was candy, and Lisa reminding her that we as a team would be unofficial in the final results.  I am super proud of Susie's perseverance and sacrifice.  Adventure racing is difficult even when you are feeling good, but to feel like absolute 💩, knowing you are probably gonna continue to feel this way for a significant amount of time, shows just how tough she was.

BIKE #1    17 miles    3:44    11 CP's

We took it easy on this leg, especially since it was at the hottest part of the day.  Susie slowly came around.  How I know is that when I asked her how she was doing, her replies became a little more chipper each time.

Most of the points on this bike were right on the trail or just off trail but within sight.  I struggled a bit on the more techy trail or whenever there were steep pitches.  My tailbone and all the little soft tissue connections would light up in pain whenever I had to apply the torque. So I walked a fair amount.

BIKE #2    17 miles    3:01    5 CP's

We made it back to TA#1 around 4:30 pm and had a quick transition.  Back on the bike we were now headed to TA#1, picking up CP's along the way. We climbed back up Peavine Road for the 3rd time (1 trekking, 2 biking).  Susie was definitely in a better headspace now and was slowly beginning to rise from the ashes like a Phoenix.  

CP30 was a small waterfall off trail.  Here we began the bike whack from hell.  After nabbing the point we began pushing our steeds up a 30% pitch for 0.2 miles to reach a trail.  2/3 of the way up, I made it to the top first, dropped my bike, and headed back down to help Susie.  Grabbing her bike, I began pushing it up, when I heard Lisa cry out in pain.  Once I got to the top with Susie's bike, both Marcus and Susie arrived shortly thereafter, with Lisa's bike. Apparently Lisa's agony was due to GI issues, which was quickly alleviated with a sudden back door evacuation.

Time out while we waited for Lisa to unload a load.

On to Queen's Ridge, we nabbed this point by dropping our bikes at the first switchback and hoofing it up to the ridgline. Halfway up the climb, Marcus had to turn back around, as he had forgotten the tracker. The final point on this bike was on Longleaf Trail.  As we approached the CP, Susie asked me if this was an out and back.  But what I heard her ask was if we found it, to which I replied yes.  So as Marcus punched the CP, I turned my head around and Susie was gone.  I yelled for her, she responded, as she had already climbed back up those 2 steep switchbacks.  I felt bad about that, knowing that she wasted energy, and immediately apologized. (Payback is a bitch 😈)

We put on our lights and headed down Belcher's Byway to TA#1.

TREK #2    7 Miles    3:00    7 CP's

Marcus's wife, Trista, was here, and let us know that we had a 2 hour lead on 2nd place.  That made my night!  After a 19 minute transition, we headed back up Belcher's Byway. Lisa led the way and we followed like little duckling's.  Her walking speed, however, was so stinkin' fast that the 3 of us had to Airborne shuffle to keep up. After nabbing CP33, we began the bushwhack to CP35, along a creek.  This area had been hit by a tornado in the past.  This whole section was a combination of multiple blowdowns and patches of thick 4-5 feet tall pine tree saplings. 

Marcus was the caboose through this section and the caboose suddenly disappeared. We hollered ... no response.  We hollered again and then finally saw his headlamp.  Apparently his backpack had gotten stuck on a limb as he was crawling under a downed tree.  To free himself he had to cut off to cut off his arm.  Not really, but he had to take his pack off, and then untangle it from the tree.

After a "nothing but net" nab of CP35, Lisa's nav skills continued to shine as we collected the remaining CP's, all off trail.  It was nothing short of magic!  And remember, this was at night!

Marcus coming out of creek CP 37

PADDLE #2   5 miles    1:35    3 CP's

The hardest part of this leg was the freakin' portage.  Jeff's canoes, I swear, are made out of lead, because carrying that across the road from Lunker Lake to Oak Mountain Lake and then back again, after we got CP 40, was awful! A 150 meter portage each way.  Here is where Susie got me back from the earlier incident on Longleaf Trail.  As we were getting out of the canoe for the first portage, Susie yanked the canoe out from underneath me as I was getting out.  Kerplunk I went into the lake, up to my chest!   Susie said that she thought I was gonna stay in the boat until she pulled it up on shore a bit ... 😜😜😜.  Karma's a bitch! After that final portage, heading back to the TA, I was so glad the paddle was almost over.  Despite a night time temperature of 60 degrees, being wet, I was starting to shiver.

BIKE #3    12.5 miles    1:50    6 CP's

After a 16 minute transition, we were on the final leg. All these CP's were the same as previous ones from the earlier legs.  We were making good time now, as we could smell the finish.  All of our discomforts were immaterial now.  We rode under the finishing banner at 2:43 am, competing the course in 17:35, with only 37 minutes of stopped time.  We were the overall winning team.

The Triple G Award (Grit, Gristle, and Gumption) goes to Susie.  She fought through adversity to make it to the finish.  She had a phenomenal "2nd half" rally, which kept us on a blistering pace through the night.

The Chris Forne Navigator Award goes to Lisa.  I have been able to watch her skills progress over the last 3 years.  This race she was dialed and we did not dilly-dally trying to find CP's. She also gets the most poops in a 24 hour period award.

The Mighty Mule Award goes to Marcus.  He did all the "extra" tasks with no questions asked.  I also must say that his comedic character, even when poking the bear (the bear being Lisa), kept our minds upbeat and our smile muscles engaged.

I had an absolute blast with this team.  I think this race was a great start to our build up to USARA Adventure Race Nationals this fall.

Snake Creek Gap TT

 

Keeping the streak going!

22 years I have been participating in this race.  Driving down the morning of, I was dreading toeing the line.  It was cold (for me) at 30 degrees, and I had only ridden my bike 3 times this year. So I wasn't exactly feeling the bike fitness.  I had more running miles in my legs than cycling miles.  I thought of the gentleman who had run with a Strider bike one year and toyed with the notion of doing that, although where am I going to find a bike like that at 6 am?

The bus ride gave me plenty of time to fell just how unprepared I was for today.  Whatever mojo I may have have mustered was driven deeper into the depths of my psyche by Karen Carey.  She was filling both my ears with inadequacy, ineptitude, and despair. Had it not been for the fact that I would be unable to attend the March race, keeping my racing streak going, there was a good chance I would have bailed today.

After warming up by running around the parking lot, I made my way over to the starting line.  Lisa pointed out that my right shoe and pedal was covered in 💩 ... and human, at that😒. How fitting!

Fortunately, all that negativity left my soul once I saw my favorite peeps at the starting line:  Ray and Tammy Blevins managing the scoring table. 10 pedal strokes in to the race and Racing Carey (aka Taz) flung Karen Carey off the trail.  Jayden came by a few seconds later and I hopped aboard her wake.  I managed to hang onto her until halfway up the double track climb.  Not too shabby I must say.  

The legs felt surprisingly good at a comfortably hard pace and with the trail being in great shape save for loose baby heads, I made good time through the first half, only 5 minutes slower than my April 2025 time.

As I stopped to swap bottles at the SAG, Lisa rolled by.  I quickly hopped back on and slowly made my way up to her wheel.  At this point, I could care less about "racing," but having my best friend to share the second half and provide some stoke, was what I was craving.

I could tell I was struggling a bit in the last 7 miles.  I kind of felt like a pinball on the rocks.  I think it was more to do with rusty technical skills than a lack of fitness.  But the sun was out and I was truly in my happy place, despite my less than stellar performance.

Lisa and I popped out together on the pavement.  Knowing I had faster tires than her, I took the lead so she could tuck in. Still, I out rolled her and crossed the finish line well ahead of her.  But she had started 30 or so seconds behind me and ended up beating me by 2 seconds!  

Jayden ended up with a stellar time of 3:45, and first in the money class.  This kid is fast!

So, although the morning started out crappy, it ended up being a good day on the bike.  And the Snake Pit cooking crew were on fire!  Plenty of food for everyone to replenish their calories.  And some awesome schwag socks to boot!  I still have my pair from 10+ years ago.

Georgia Navigator Cup

This was my third year of competing in this 3 day event.  Friday was a standalone o-meet at McIntosh Reserve Park.  Time to dust off the ole compass and work on my nav skills as I work towards my big A event in October, USARA Nationals in Bend, Oregon!

Temps were in the low 50's ... perfect!  I had just gotten my Tifosi prescription eyewear and was wearing them for the first time.  My brain was a little slow in adjusting to the prescription, so when the gun went off, I had a little difficulty in seeing the map.  I shoulda just taken a bearing, but there were trails, so I started off on them, figuring I would pace count and then attack. Welp, 15 minutes later, I finally found the damn thing.  I did not go far enough on the trail before I attacked and then went to far and hit another trail that served as a handrail.  Jeezy-pete!  My brain just did not want to wake the f up!

Fortunately, I was able to get the remaining 13 controls with ease, each taking about 2-4 minutes.  Total time was 58:53, good enough for third in my class. The one plus I had was the ability to move much quicker off-trail, as compared to last year.  I could actually run, hold a bearing, and hit the controls spot on or within 20 meters.  I attributed this to all the time spent running the Cumberland Trail.

Saturday and Sunday both took place at Chattahoochee Bend State Park.  Saturday's temps were the same, but with cloudy conditions and wind, I layered a little more. Saturday's course was on the eastern side of the park, I was told that the course designer said it was one of the hardest he had ever created.  That gave me pause for concern.  The first 2 controls I nabbed in no time.  The 3rd one gave me a little trouble, as it was hidden in a thicket of small pines at the edge of a large slab of granite.  I found the correct slab, but had a hard time seeing the control.  There were a few of us looking for the same one and eventually a fella saw it.  This one took me a little over 9 minutes to get, my hardest for the day. The others seemed to fly by and I was so proud of my ability to hold a bearing and see features on the map, as I was running by them.

My time for Saturday was 1:16:47, only 4 minutes off 1st place.  And since the actual CUP was a cumulative time for just Saturday and Sunday, perhaps I had a chance to challenge Patty Carrigan.

The temperature for Sunday was a lot cooler, in the 30's.  Why I was so fearful of being cold, I dunno.  I layered perfect and my extremities were happy the entire time.  Navigating to the first control caused me a bit of a headache, as there was almost too much information on the map:  multiple trails, roads, campgrounds, which caused my head to sping.  I had to keep stopping and orienting myself.  In hindsight, it probably would have been faster running up the road, but you don't get a chance to preview the map.  You don't get to turn your map over until the gun goes off.  CP1 was an easy find; it just took 2 minutes longer than it should have.

The terrain was a lot flatter than Saturday's, so it behooved me to stay on my bearing.  Of course, this caused me to go a bit slower.  I was doing good until I went for CP8, about 450 meters from CP7, almost due North. Had I been holding my bearing, I shoulda passed by the water station, on a hilltop.  Never saw that.  I think I ended up straying a bit NW, as I started seeing what I thought was the approach to the river.  I did come upon a control; it was CP9!  Yep, strayed way off course.  At least now, I could shoot a bearing back to CP8, about 250m away.  Nabbed 8, then reversed and went back to 9. This mistake cost me 5-7 minutes.

The last 2 controls were quickly obtained.  I finished with a time of  1:17:30, bested by first by 11 minutes.  Dang it!  

Overall, I finished in 2nd place.  I had an absolute blast.  And hopefully learned from my hiccups.

Dark Horse Invitational

The Dark Horse Invitational is the brain child of SS bike pack racing extraordinaire Chris Joice.  This "not a race" 😉😉😉 takes place in the vast expanse of the Cherokee National Forest (Reliance, Coker Creek, Tellico Plains area). In its 3rd year, Chris upped the ante by having a 3 day event, where you could just do the main event on Saturday or the full pull. As the name applies, you must have an invite to "race."  Those who raced the prior year get an automatic entry and can extend an invite to newcomers. The "not a race" is staged out of Fireside OutPost, owned and operated by Kim Murrell, the infamous creator of the Tennesee Gravel's ITT series, as well as the Three Rivers Way Vista 316/Mountain 430 bikepacking races.

This is a team event (teams of 2-3). I teamed up with Lisa Randall and extended an invite to Dave Jolin, who teamed up with John Switow and Justin Hunter. While the forecast leading up to the event had me  questioning my life choices, it changed enough to take it from Type 3 fun to Type 2.

DAY 1:  Friday Night Time Trial

For the full pull, only one team mate needed to ride Friday and Sunday.  But Lisa and I both wanted to experience the entirety of Chris' madness.  The fastest time of the team would be scored.  I pre rode this the week prior and boy was I glad.

Think of a back country cyclocross course on a decommissioned forest service road with downed trees and washed out roadbeds as barriers and saplings growing up in the roadbed that you had to weave through.  Now do this at night and after rain had fallen the previous day.  Yep, super spicy 6 mile TT!

📷: Graham Skardon

We took off in 30 second intervals.  Lisa started behind me, but caught up when there was a bit of a rider pile up at the road wash out, where we had to descend down, cross a creek, and then hike back up.  Overall, Lisa and I managed a win for the team, as she had the fastest time.  All that adventure racing paid off!

DAY 2:  Check Point Race

This was the big day out in da woods.  Think PMBAR, but on gravel bikes.  Using a map, passport, and experience, you had 10 hours to collect 3 mandatory CP's and 3 bonus CP's.  The passport, which contained rules of travel and the check points was not given to us at the start.  Instead we were given a boarding pass to the Hiwassee River Train.

📷: Graham Skardon

This was so freaking cool!  A 6 mile train ride to start.  Which meant 6 less miles to pedal and warmth for 15'ish minutes.  The boarding pass contained information regarding 2 checkpoints, 1 of which would have our passports.  The 2 CP's were the bridge at the Powerhouse and Kimsey Mtn/Piney Flats intersection.  So for those 15 minutes, my mind went back and forth between which CP had the passport. If I chose wrong, then it would cost us extra miles to head back to the other CP.  In the end, I figured heading to the Powerhouse was the lesser of two evils.  Most teams chose to go this way.  Most times when I have a 50/50 guess, I end up choosing wrong.  Well, the statistic gods were with me today, hoo-ray!

Once we arrived at the PowerHouse and grabbed the passport, we quickly plotted the CP's and I chose to head in a CCW direction, starting with the Kimsey Mtn/Piney Flats CP. The roads were wet and sloppy in spots, made worse by the fact that it was opening weekend for bear hunting, so all the Bubba's were out in their trucks driving the roads at breakneck speeds.  Think bass fisherman, but in Tacomas!

Lisa was on fire early on, as she dragged me through Piney Flats and then up Kimsey Mountain.  Not having any troubles snagging the second mandatory and then the bonus CP at Deep Gap TH, we motored over to Ditney Mountain.  I began to question my route choice when several teams came down Kimsey, going in the opposite direction as us.  Did I miss something in the rules of travel?  Perhaps 2 pages got stuck together and there were more CP's than we thought?  While I had this internal struggle for a few minutes, Lisa came through and assured me, even though she had no idea where she was, that I was going the correct way.  Later that night, at the campfire, as we exhchanged our route choices, those teams took the more arduous route up Smith Mountain.

Ditney Mountain Road was in the best ... shape ... ever!  Like a highway almost, it had been graded and compacted.  We made exceptional time going down to Farner. A short descent on Hwy 68 led us to Shuler Creek Road.  This was also in amazing shape, dry and fast!  We came upon Chris Joice and Rachel Woods, the photog.  We stopped briefly for a water refill and some candy.  Chris told us that Ali's team was just up the road.  

Smoke Signal Photography

That lit a fire under me and I had an amazing climb up to Unicoi Gap. It also helped that the sun came out and allowed me to thaw out ... again.  The previous 5 hours of riding had been super cold and I had experienced no fewer than 4 freeze/thaws of my extremities, between the climbing and descending.

Unicoi Gap CP

After snapping a selfie, we descended down and stopped at the Coker Creek visitor center for a quick pee break and bottle refill.  As we pulled in, Ali's team was just heading out.  I was shocked, as I had not expected to catch them.  Ali had brought some heavy hitters to this adventure, what with the likes of Amy and Chelsea, who between them, had multiple national titles and at least one world title.  And Ali is no slouch, as she represented the USA at UCI Gravel Worlds. 

We might have had a bit of an advantage on the descents, as we were on mountain bikes and they were on gravel bikes.  But, now that there was a lot of pavement left, I did not expect to be able to hang with them or even catch back up to them.

The next CP at the junction of Epperson Road and CR 631 was a bug a bear to find.  We knew we were at the right intersection, but could not find the CP.  It also didn't help that while the Nat Geo map listed county road numbers, all the road signs were names. I was looking for a white bag, figuring it was similar to the one at Kimsey/Piney Flats, since we had to grab a sticker as proof.  But nothing!  In the end, a couple walking up the road, helped us to find it, as the lady saw a tiny post with a red reflector that had never been there before.  Sure enough, that was it, along with a tiny note saying, "Take a pic."  Come to find out, there were some hooligans playing shenanigans with this CP.

Epperson at CR 631

with a little help from our friends

We had plenty of time left on the clock at this point and headed over to Witt Cemetery for the final bonus CP.   Arriving at the cemetery, we could earn an additional 1 hour time bonus if we took a pic of the oldest readable headstone.  We found one from 1878 and snapped a pic.  As we began heading  back to Fireside, we had to contend with a pack of dogs.  No less than 6 papillons began squeaking at us.  Seriously?!?  😆😆😆 All it took was an aggressive pedal stroke towards them and they skedaddled.  

We finished up our adventure a little after 4:30 pm: 76 miles and 8300 feet.  Along with Ali's team, we were 1 of 6 teams to get all the CP's.  Chris had warm Peppo's 3 pound burritos (I had the burrito bowl) awaiting our spent selves.

DAY 3: Short Course "not race" Race

A frosty cold morning greeted my bike hangover.  Today's ride was a 9 mile neutral roll out, followed by a 33 mile timed segment.  We were escorted by a moto dude (sorry, but forgot your name).  On our way, we had an amazing road find.  Not a discarded tool, not a dirty diaper, not a shoe, but an AR-15!

Spring Creek Road treasure!

We regrouped at the fire station.  I opted to ride my gravel bike today.  Lisa stuck it out on her SuperCaliber with the wibble-wobble rear wheel (she broke a spoke yesterday). I knew there was no way I was going to make up 18 minutes on Ali's team, but I was still gonna go hard because that is just what I do.  The timed segment was about 50:50 gravel:road.  

The hangover was real. 📷: Smoke Signal Photography

As we got rolling, Dave and I settled in with each other.  He had some gas left in his tank from yesterday and did not have the route loaded.  So that gave me extra incentive to push the gears, so he could follow my lead.  Despite my fatigue and the 29 degree start, I loved this course.  Towee Pike --> Fingerboard --> Ivy Trail --> Bullet Creek --> Starr Mountain --> Hwy 315 --> Spring Creek Road. Compared to yesterday, the gravel bike felt fast, and the gravel roads were in spectacular shape.  Slowly it did begin to warm up and I dropped a layer at Chris's vehicle on Bullet Creek Road.  Dave and I rode well together and I was super glad to draft off of him on Spring Creek Road.  As soon as we crossed the train tracks on Spring Creek, the fog rolled in and the temperature must have dropped 15 degrees.  And that wind!  I tucked in tightly behind Dave and rode his wheel to the finish.

Lisa and I ended up second behind Ali, Amy, and Chelsea for the full pull. I need to give Avah Cherry and her team mate a shout out for Saturday's main event.  Despite having rarely ridden this area, they acquired 5 CP's and did not have any "wandering and wondering" moments.

Despite the freezing conditions (for me), I had an absolute blast.  Coming from a mountain bike background, I appreciated the "spiciness" that Chris added to this gravel "not a race" race.  While I do like to ride gravel, sometimes gravel races can be a bit boring to me.

Saturday Podium

The vibes all weekend were amazing.  It was so much fun to engage with others during the neutral roll outs and afterwards around the fire.  I loved hearing about everyone's day and route choices.  I told Chris this was my favorite gravel race because it combined adventure, competition, and camaraderie. And huge props to Rachel Woods for capturing the weekend on film.  She was everywhere and managed to take over 2000 photos!

If you are interested in the 2026 Invitational, let me know and I will send you an invite when the time comes.

 

The Fig 12 Hour Adventure Race

This year was the 24th edition of one of the longest running adventure races in the U.S.  Jimmy the Greek gave it two thumbs up, so I entered into the solo category.  It would be a great opportunity to work on my navigation skills ... hopefully one day they will be #LisaApproved. The course was within the Red River Gorge, a place I had never been to, but had heard it was stunningly beautiful.  And the race director had been teasing us all week by posting amazing views and arches where the CP's would take us to.

It dumped rain the night before, but the morning brought warm temps (50 degrees) and abundant sunshine.  Maps were handed out at 6 am, with the race to start at 7. That left me with about 45 minutes to read the course instructions and plot my route, as 15 minutes was spent back and forth to the bathroom.  Apparently making race weight at the cabin did not fully happen.

One of many gorge vistas

Leg 1 was a 5 mile bike TT on pavement to CP1.  Leg 2 was a bike/trek to acquire 19 CP's.  All the CP's were either on trails or a short bushwhack off trail, but no bikes were allowed on trails.  Four CP's were just a short run on trails, right off the gravel road that ran atop the gorge.  I quickly acquired those and then had to make a decision.  Do I acquire the next 10 CP's on one big trek from either Water Stop #2 or near TA1, or break it up into 2 smaller treks with a bike in between?  I decided on the latter for 2 reasons.  The first being that I had rolled my ankle earlier in the week and sprained some ligaments in my foot.  While 95% of the pain had resolved, I was concerned that one big trek might cause a flare up, whereas breaking it up by bike might give my foot a rest.  The second reason was that one big trek was daunting to "newbie" me.

One of many creeks I had to cross; feet stayed wet most of the day.

After grabbing those initial 4, I dropped my bike at the Red River Gorge TH and began trekking down the gorge to collect 4 CP's.  These trails were gnarly!  Rocky, rooty, and damn steep, I had to be careful of foot placement.  It was also a little bit muddy and I did not want to end up busting my ass.  I still motored along fairly quickly: all that trail time on the Cumberland Trail paid dividends. 2 of the CP's were at trail intersections, the third was up a stream, and the fourth was on a hill top.  The only one that gave me pause was the hilltop, CP7; it seemed that the trail on the map was not quite in sync with real time.  I only lost a few minutes finding it.  From there it was a doozy of a climb out of the gorge and back up to my bike.  

I then pedaled another 5 miles and dropped my bike at Koomer Ridge campground to nab CP10 at the Hidden Arch.  The clue said the punch (no flag) was at the bottom of the stair case.  Welp, I went ALL the way down several stair cases and did not find it.  I then back tracked UP the staircase and there she be, at the bottom of the first staircase 😠.

Another 3 miles on bike and then I dropped it at the Sheltowee Trace TH to go and get the remaining 5 CP's in this area. I nabbed CP12 first, another hilltop, backtracked along the Sheltowee Trace and then proceeded to get CP13, CP11, CP 14, and finally CP15 at Gray's Arch.  There was a shit ton of ascending and descending to collect these, and my glutes were beginning to hate me.

Gray's Arch was by far my favorite CP.  This arch was spectacular and I could tell it must have been one of the best ones to see, as noted by all the people here.

Gray's Arch

While I was humping it back out of there, my head was mostly down, watching the technical trail.  I smelled her before I saw her, like I was traveling through the beauty department at Macy's.  The perfume emanating off her singed my nose hairs.  When I looked up, my first thought was there was a high probability of a wardrobe malfunction.  If those puppies were pushed any higher, they woulda rolled right out of her V-neck shirt.  I was having a hard enough time on the trail with my Brooks Calderas and here she was with some sort of fancy boot with a 2 inch + sole!  The yin and the yang crossed paths and she was the comical "boost" I needed to get back to my bike quickly, quietly laughing inside.

Reaching my bike, I quickly pedaled the short distance to TA1.  At the start, Jim had said that I should leave TA1 no later than 3 pm, in order to finish the last trek, paddle, and then the 5k road run to the finish.  It was now 2:30.  There were a cluster of 5 points to the NW of TA1, but seemed so far away.  I did not want to take the chance to even to an out/back by bike to the first CP in that area.  As I approached the TA, Jim and Susie were leaving.  

I quickly transitioned, grabbing a hot dog, and then ran to catch up to the Farmer's.  I reached them just as we were approaching the Sheltowee Trace Trail.  They were moving as fast as I was, so I opted to hang with them during this trek (leg 3) to the paddle (leg 4) where we  could get 3 CP's along the way.  Many other teams seemed to be congregating along this corridor, so it was pretty easy to find the CP's.  And dayum, Susie was moving on the trail!

After knocking out those 3 CP's on the Sheltowee Trace, it was a 1/2 mile pavement run to the paddle.  I got in the water ahead of the Farmers and made my way to the first paddle point.  The clue was spur edge, small cemetery and a Question:  How old was Paul?  Although I navigated perfectly to the point, upon getting out I was looking for a flag and a punch.  I did see a metal marker on a steel post indicating Paul's name, bit it did not register that was it.  So I spent 5 minutes trudging around in that area looking for a flag/punch.  Finally Jim and another racer saw the marker and confirmed that it indeed was the CP. His date of birth and death was also on that marker in tiny letters. If only I had stopped, took a big breath, and read it in its entirety.  Damn squirrel brain!

Fortunately the remaining 8 CP's were a bit more straight forward, but acquiring them required getting out of the kayak and trekking up some pretty steep re entrants, slogging through muddy creeks, and crawling on all 4's up to an escarpment, traversing a 45-60 degree hillside to nab another, and then butt sliding all the way back down to the lake.

Sketchy AF climb up to paddle point 3

I was grateful to be in company of giants.  Even though Jim was nav'ing, I was also looking at my map and matching up the spurs and re entrants as we went. It was good to see that I was headed in the right direction; I was just able to knock out those 2 cliff side points faster with the Farmers. As I finished collecting my last CP, I passed a female racer headed up to it as I was headed back down.  It did not even register to me that she was solo. As I got back into my canoe, Jim called out that I had better "bust a move" to get back to the kayak take out and then run like a scalded dog to the finish.

I had no idea how many CP's she had collected, but I told myself that we were "even steven" so it was a foot race to the finish.  Fortunately, the final 5k was a slight downhill run on pavement, but damn were my feet getting angry on that hard asphalt.  So many times, my lizard brain telling me it would be ok to just walk.  Every time that thought flickered, I picked up the pace.  It also helped that I had many carrots ahead, all of whom were walking.  

I hit the finish line with 52 minutes to spare.  That final run was mostly in the dark.  I was glad I had not attempted those 5 most northern CP's, as that could have meant a dark paddle.  And especially those 2 cliff base points would have made for a pretty sketchy trek.  After everyone returned and CP's were tallied, I did end up with the win in the solo women's field and an overall placement of 14/35 teams. After doing some rough Strava math, I trekked 33 miles, biked 20 miles,  and paddled 2 miles.  And 95% of the 7700 feet of gain and descent was on foot.

With darkness upon, the temps began to fall.  I quickly changed out of my soggy shoes and damp clothing, and made my way over to the food line at Hop's.  Hop's is a farm to table restaurant in the gorge.  While waiting, the wave of fatigue hit me all at once and I got light-headed.  Oh please, oh please, don't let me faint in front of my fellow racers. Fortunately I went into a deep squat and instantly felt much better.

Sweet potato curry, amazing post race comfort food!

I also give this race 2 thumbs up. It was a low key event with a grassroots feel (my fave!), the volunteers were wonderful, and the schwag and meal was most excellent!  The way the course was laid out gave you many options at choosing your adventure. Having slept and replaced my calorie deficit, I could have had a better route.  I should have nabbed those most northern 5 CP's (1 bike, 4 trek) instead of dropping my bike near TA1 and going after CP11-15.  Studying the maps post race, I probably could have gotten all 5 up North and then went back and grabbed CP 12 and 13 along the rim of the gorge in the same amount of time I acquired CP11-15, just do to the harshness of the terrain.

But this is just one more amazing aspect to adventure racing: being able to debrief with others as well as your inner self about route choice. And if you know me, I just love looking at maps ... all ... day ... long!

And one step closer to becoming a master at this nav thing.  But I probably have another thousand steps to go 😄😄😄

Buff Betty 10 Hour Adventure Race

Last weekend I traveled to James River State Park for a women's only adventure race. I signed up for solo as I wanted to hone my navigation skills.  Last year I raced my first solo at the 10 Hour Chattanooga Epic. But I felt that it did not really challenge me, as I am so familiar with that area.  I needed to get out of my comfort zone.  

I arrived at 6 am Saturday morning and got all my shit together.  At 6:30 am, I received the maps and the rules of travel. There were 5 legs: trek, bike, paddle, big trek, and big bike.  The map for the big trek we would not receive until later.  I spent the next hour plotting my route; man, I love Mark Lattanzi's maps!

There were 46 CP's and 4 TA's, so a total of 50 points.  While I would love to be able to clear the course, my goals were to: 1) not get lost, 2) find every CP I went after, and 3) make it to the finish before the time cut-off.

At 9 am, we were turned loose.  The first trek was short, just 3 CP's, and close to the start/finish. I made quick work of them in order and got back to the start/finish to transition to bike.  My first mistake was to start in my trekking pants instead of just bike shorts, which would have made my transition quicker. Although I was one of the first back, I ended up having to play catch up on the 2nd leg (bike). 

This bike leg had 4 points that you had to acquire in order. It took a moment for me to get my nav eyes adjusted to the map on my bike as I rode up a gravel road.  I wish I did not have "old" eyes that required readers.  Do they make eye ball gimbals? 😆😆😆

I slowly reeled in the leaders on this bike leg and by the time I hit the paved road to head to the last CP and then TA1, I was in the lead.  Once at the TA, I dropped my bike, changed again into my trekking pants and paddle shoes, made sure I took all the necessary items with me in the kayak, and handed my bike to the volunteer to be loaded into the box truck , where it would be taken to TA 4.

I and another fellow soloist, Allie, were on the water first.  The river was extremely low, so a few sections required some boat butt scooting to get through some shallow areas.  Fortunately I never had to get out and drag the kayak.  We stayed together for the majority of the paddle and had a nice conversation. At the CP, I did have to get out and take a picture of me on the island as proof.  There was not a flag or punch on the island because Michelle had forgotten to put that in her boat on the day she was setting the course.

I about flipped the kayak getting back into it, as I  did not quite have my land legs under me. From there it was about another 30 minutes of paddling to the take out at TA2.  I drug my kayak up to the grass, packed up my paddle bag, and then semi-hid behind a tree to pee. There I received my map for the third leg, a big trek.  There were 20 possible points, and all but 2 were off-trail.  During the pre-race briefing, we were told that it took 3 1/2 hours to vet that trek, at a fast walk. 

It was 12:45 pm, so a little over 6 hours to finish.  I was figuring 2 1/2 -3 hours for the bike, so that left 3 - 3 1/2 hours for this trek.  Looking at the points and seeing several of them that would be very hard for me to get, if at all, I dropped 2 of the points in the first half on purpose.  I Airborne shuffled when I could and power hiked when the terrain became challenging.  I started knocking off the CP's one by one, pretty much nailing them.  And when I did not immediately find one, I carefully looked at the terrain and was usually one re-entrant or 1 spur too soon.  I tried pace counting, but damn sometimes that can be hard, especially when my brain is trying to think at race pace.

CP 10

After nabbing 7 CP's in 45 minutes, I was crushing it!  Until I wasn't.  CP 17 had me wondering and wandering for 20 minutes.  At first I was at the wrong spur.  Once I figured that out and found the trail, I tried to take a bearing, but my compass got all wonky on me.  I knew I needed to go due North, but my compass was telling me just the opposite.  I finally said F'it and went where I thought North was and then I finally found the flag.  

Knowing I now had 2 hours left before I needed to get to TA 4, I dropped a few more points (18-21) and focused on those that were relatively close to the TA.  I picked up CP 22, 23, 24, 25, 28, and 29 on my way to TA 4.  After getting 24, I bushwhacked on a bearing and came out EXACTLY on the trail that led me to 25 ... hoo-rah!

CP 25, overlooking the James

The bushwhacking had been relatively clear of underbrush up until the point where I needed to head to the road after nabbing CP 29.  Floundering briefly through hip high grasses, I just knew I was going to be chiggered!

I ran on into TA 4 at approximately 3:15 pm. I was so focused on transitioning to bike, I did not take a moment to realize that I probably should have attempted another CP or 2 that were relatively close. One of them, CP 27, was said to be the hardest/trickiest to find.  I let my monkey brain win on that one ... durn it! 

With a quick change (8 minutes) from trekking attire to cycling attire and a hydration bladder fill up, I was off on the last leg (bike) to attempt to clear it (17 CP's). I quickly knocked the ones out that were down on the River Trail, going in a CCW direction. I slowly began gaining elevation and picking off more of them.  

CP30

Most were right on the trail; a couple were 30-40 meters off the trail, but visible from the trail. I was in a flow state, nabbing these CP's until I hit the MTB specific trails, Burnside and Kerr Loop.  These were spaghetti like in nature and I wanted to go CCW on Burnside but took the wrong entrance.  I was confused for a while until I figured out my mistake.  I quickly corrected and was able to find CP 43 and 42 on this trail.  

I then tried bike whacking over to the Cabell Trail to find CP 45, but was unsure exactly where I was or which way to go to get to 45.  So I played it safe, bike whacked back to Burnside, rode it out and then hit the Cabell Trail and found CP 45.  Definitely the right call, as that took less than 10 minutes.  From there I rode Cabell out to an intersection, and then bike whacked to the Kerr Loop and found CP 44. Bike whacking back to Cabell, I finished this trail by nabbing CP 46.

CP 32 was the last one to get and then I pedaled back to the finish in a time of 8:35.  I accomplished my goal of clearing the bike leg, but ended up leaving 85 minutes on the clock ... meh. The last leg only took me 2 hours and 10 minutes.  

1st: Anna Stewart     2nd: Erin Brandt

I ended up with 43/50 points, which gave me a 3rd place in the solo division and 5th overall.  First and second soloists ended up with 52 points each and with a finishing time of 9:50 and 9:52.  I had a solid day and learned a lot.  I was pleased with my performance, but wish I would have had the cahones to go for some of the more challenging trekking points.  But this race has definitely boosted my confidence factor.

Adventure Addicts put on a great race with a challenging course, very nice maps, and a delicious post race meal.  

A Coke does pair nicely with jumbo shrimp 😂

USARA Nationals

 

Team Dragon's Back

Several months ago, I was approached by John Eichler and and Jeff Glassbrenner, who were looking for a female to round out their team for USARA Nationals, being held in Bentonville, Arkansas.  He had touched base with Susie Farmer, who had given him my name.  We set up a Zoom meet and greet in May, which went well, and then I rode with them in Little Rock, when I was on my way to the Maah Daah Hey 100.  These guys were super cool and super chill and definitely not "man-babies" as Lisa had mentioned looking out for 😂.

Blaze, my trusty adventure race steed

On September 12 at 6 am, we loaded buses for an hour ride to an undisclosed location.  At 7:15 am we were given our course instructions and maps.  That left 1 1/2 hours to plot our route.    The first leg was a trek with 15 CP's.  During the pre-race briefing the night before, the race director told us that we needed to be finishing the trek to TA1 and starting the paddle no later than 2 pm in order to make the cut off at CP 17 and therefore be able to continue the paddle to TA2.

The race started at 9 am. With 77 teams of 3 starting, it was a conga line to the first 3 check points.  The teams then thinned out and we were able to motor on at our own pace.  John's nav skills were spot on and we had nabbed 7 of the 15 in 2 1/2 hours. We continued on to get 4 more as the day was beginning to get hotter than damnit.  Both John and Jeff had started out with 3 liters of water and I had 2 liters.  Having been so dry leading up to the race, there was nowhere along this first trek to filter; all the creeks were dry as a bone. We all ended up without water for the last 1 1/2 hours.  And we still had 5 miles along a gravel road to TA1.  

John began to struggle in the heat and Jeff had a mechanical with his artificial leg.  The tread came unglued to the carbon plate and would repeatedly slide off.  Between our slowed pace due to the heat and Jeff's leg issue, our forward progress was significantly hampered.  We weren't the only team to seriously underestimate the time it would take to get to TA1.  What should have taken us 60 minutes to get to the TA ended up taking 90 minutes.  

We arrived at TA 1 at 2:22 pm.  No water was provided by the race, but we had 1 gallon in our paddle bag and I had a full 50 ounce bladder in my PFD.  Jeff was able to find some medical tape at the TA and temporarily fix his leg issue. We ended up getting on the water at 2:35.

Transitioning to the paddle

The second leg was an 8 mile paddle on the Illinois River with 1 CP midway.  It was a meandering river with a lot of strainers so we had to be on point.  It was also shallow in a few spots, where we had to get out and drag the canoe a short ways.  Although it was flowing roughly 3mph and we were paddling as fast as we could, it still took us 2 hours to get to the take out and CP17.  The final 100 yard stretch had some man made class 2/3 rapids. We made it down the first, but took in quite a bit of water and ended up sinking after clearing the second set of rapids.  Fortunately there were a couple of spotters in the river who grabbed our "yard-saled" items, including Jeff's hydration bladder.

We missed the 4 pm cut-off by 28 minutes ... meh.  We were then short-coursed, causing us to miss the second paddle leg and a trekking leg.  22 teams ended up getting short-coursed, including a few of the big names (Rootstock Racing, ThisAbility, TanZ Navigation).  

From TA3, we were on bikes to TA4 at Siloam Springs.  We transitioned to foot for a Photo O course. There were 6 CP's.  And once at each CP, we wrote down the number of the photo that was taken at the precise spot indicated on the map.  There were 12 photos to choose from, 6 of them being decoys. During this leg, Jeff noticed that his shorts and prosthetic liner were sopping wet.  It ended up being that his hydration bladder got a hole in it during the canoe fiasco at take out.  Fortunately he had an extra liner and a couple of smaller hydration flasks. 

We nabbed all 6 correctly and quickly transitioned back to our bikes. This next leg had us biking on pavement and gravel, collecting 5 CP's along the way (all of which were right alongside the road, no need to hop off the bikes and do any bushwhacking). Leaving the nicer side of town, heading into the less nice side, we got to witness a police versus toothless woman in a night gown and flip flops, similar to an episode of "Cops."  Now, that was funny!

We made it to the TA5 on the University of Health and Performance campus at 9 pm.  This was the "chuck wagon TA"  where a hot breakfast was being served (pancakes, bacon, and sausage), while individual team members would tackle a portion of the 0-relay course.

There were 3 parts:  one had you getting 1 CP (of the 6 possible), one had you getting 3 CP's (of the 6 possible), and one had you getting all 6 CP's.  But each part was only worth 1 point.  John went first on the 3 CP course.  Meanwhile, Jeff worked on his prosthetic leg, having secured 3 feet of duct tape.  I ate some sausage, drank a Coke, popped a 200mg caffeine tab and then tended to my gear, getting my hydration ready for the next leg.  I was gonna nab the 1 CP once Jeff got back, so I studied the map. The map had a satellite image, making it extremely difficult to pick out any trails due to all the tree cover.  

Once John got back, he told me about a trail that went down to the river and then from there I could walk the river bed to the CP.  That made it so much easier, as you could not see that trail on the map.  I quickly acquired that one and headed back to the TA.  Since Jeff had never navigated before, we opted out of  the 6 CP course.

We left the TA around 11:00 pm on the 20+ mile biking leg.  There was only 1 CP on this leg.  At one point about midway through this leg, we came to an intersection where there was another team.  They went left onto the gravel and having briefly talked to them thought they were taking a different route than us to TA 6.  So we continued on the paved road, but after about a mile, John realized we were off course heading south instead of northeast.  We quickly backtracked and got back on the gravel road where the other team had headed.

CP 34 was a little tricky as there were several hard lefts and rights on the course, with the CP being at one of these corners.  In this area we came upon a few teams having difficulties, but John managed to get us right to it, without any wandering and wondering.  His nav skills were close to impeccable. I was very impressed as he was suffering the most, yet still had enough brain power to make good choices.

Arriving at TA 6, we were greeted by the enthusiastic crew of volunteers.  We were in the middle of nowhere but could hear I-49 traffic to the east.  We were told that this was the seed tick trek ... wonderful.  There were no trails here so all CP's would require extensive bush whacking. I had pre-treated my clothing earlier that day, but was pretty sure it was all washed off when our canoe sunk. They had DEET spray/wipes so I sprayed my shoes and that was it.  I did not want to melt my clothing with that Deep Woods Off shit.

The witching hour

Shit's beginning to get real!

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We attempted CP 38 first, but the undergrowth was insane.  We managed to get into a clearing , but when we continued onward, we hit a second patch that was even worse.  To me it looked like a wall of concertina wire, with a million ticks just waiting to ambush us.  It wasn't hard to make the decision to turn around and try nabbing CP 37.  That one was way more doable and without the tick infested undergrowth.

We decided to call it after 1 CP and move on to the next leg. We were also out of water once again and the TA as well was bone dry.  One volunteer had gone to procure some, but we knew that once we got to Little Sugar trail system, there would be water there. It was an 8 mile pedal to the CP40 and the beginning of Tunnel Vision single track. We only made one slight nav error on the pavement as we were following Glasgow Road and missed the left hand turn on to Glasgow Lane.  

At the trailhead (CP 40), we stopped and filled with water.  Then we decided to go after 3 of the dog bones.  A dog bone is where you have to get a pair of CP's before moving on to the next one.  So we were going after 6 in total.  The Tunnel Vision trail is not technical, but demanding with its short punchy climbs and descents, and loose over hardpack tread.  It is like riding gravel single track.  John was so ready to be done; I don't think he ever fully recovered from dehydration on that initial trek.  I took over navigating, with an occasional redirection.  I was just having too much fun zipping along.  With the sun coming up, I got a second wind.  Actually, anytime I go from riding pavement/gravel to single track, my spirits rise, and the legs shine.

Once we got the 6 CP's, it was a easy pedal on the Razorback Greenway from Bella Vista to the Ledger Building in down town Bentonville. The nav was a little tricky once we got close to I-49 (I had not ridden the greenway since all the improvements were made).  Fortunately John knew which way to go and we nabbed the final CP 42 and then booked it to the finish.  Of course, the last 2 miles had a pitchy 200 foot climb, including the 6 story climb up the Ledger.  This building had a bike lane built on the outside of it ... super cool!

The Ledger climb

We finshed at 11:36 am with 34 CP's, out of a possible 56.  We ended up mid-pack in the short course. I thoroughly enjoyed this adventure.  It was super fun to race with these outstanding fellas. 6 months ago, I was questioning my decision to sign on with them, but so happy I took the chance.

Love these guys!