Another PMBAR, another year of 100% weather, as maniacal race promoter Eric Wever likes to say. Rain and thunderstorms were forecast for the race's entirety. This has seemed to be the theme for my '24 race season. Although the aging side of me was thinking, "I am too old too have to put up with this sh!t," the masochistic side of me was wanting a beat down in the gladiator arena of Pisgah. For me, the best way to enjoy the suck is to embrace it. After all, it does eventually end, and then I can ride that "high" for a few days.
Smooshie photobombing the Terrific Trio |
Having put Lisa to the friendship test at last year's PMBAR with a hellish trek through no man's land of South Mills River, there is no one I would rather suffer through a day on the bike than the Princess of Pain. I was even able to twist David's arm to join us as an embedded photographer/videographer. No need to wonder if he was an asset to our team; he had no part in navigation (we might still be out there if we let him advise on route choice).
At 8 am, under threatening skies, Eric released the passports. It was a stampede to get to them, grab one before the box was emptied, and then hopscotch over bikes to get back to Lisa. After roughly 7 minutes of plotting CP's and determining a route choice that included all 5, we started up the 4 mile 2500 foot climb up Black Mountain to Turkey Pen. My legs felt like poop and my heart rate soared with the effort. I suppose I had not recovered from last weekend's War Daddy. Oh, how I remember when back to back weekends of racing was not a big deal. At least it was not raining ... yet.
Turkey Pen was in the best shape I have ever ridden. Despite the 10+ downed trees and occasional clumps of rhodo whackers, we made good time, as the trail was dry and fast. Even the HAB's were pleasant, as I am used to pushing up them through mud. Avah and Hayden rolled up on us. She told me she was glad to see me; it made her feel like Hayden and her made a good route choice to the first CP. Unfortunately, they lost a considerable chunk of time heading down Wagon Gap Trail ... and then back up it, once they realized it was a prohibited trail. Shoulda stayed behind us slower, but wiser folk, just a wee bit longer, Avah. 😉
Enjoyment along Turkey Pen |
South Mills was WAY more enjoyable this year, as we opted out of the Purgatory section. We were seeing a lot of racers coming our way, which led me to briefly question our route choice. I quickly dismissed any self-doubt, as I felt pretty comfortable navigating the forest, after 10+ years of riding/racing here. As the trail narrowed on a blind curve, I almost nailed a dude coming the other way, as I slid in a sandy section, trying to avoid him. Our bars touched briefly, but we both managed to stay upright. I surely did not need to uselessly waste adrenalin here.
Map Check 📷: DJ |
After nabbing the CP (time to was 2:40), we decided to stay on South Mills and then head up Cantrell Creek to Squirrel. My only memory of the new Cantrell was when I descended it shortly after it was put into service. I remember it being flowy and smooth. So then easy climb then, right? My thought process was that backtracking on South Mills to Mullinax to Squirrel might be a tad bit shorter, but with more climbing; essentially 6 one way, 1/2 dozen the other.
Halfway up Cantrell, the rain started. It was light at first, but as the drops started coming down faster and heavier, I donned my shower cap. I was trying to appease the war lords of the rain clouds by showing respect. It worked (for awhile), as the rain stopped at the intersection of Cantrell and Squirrel. It was just enough rain to make all 15 million roots on Squirrel slick as when I was a young'un trying to help my Mom out by cleaning our wood floors with Pledge.
Squirrel |
Arriving at the CP at Squirrel (time to was 1:02), we decided to hedge our bets and take Laurel Creek down to Bradley, despite Eric's warning of downed trees. Last year, it was also super thick in underbrush, but since we were descending it this year, I wasn't too concerned about that factor.
Lisa under biking on her gen 1 SuperCaliber |
Laurel Creek was in the best shape ever. There was only one large blowdown we had to climb through/over. Someone had sprayed the vegetation with Agent Orange's little brother, RoundUp. In year's past, I have had to cross fingers and toes as I blindly sent it downward through thickets of brush. Now I could see the occasional baby head or stick in the trail and avoid potential catastrophe. Dave wasn't so lucky as he flatted here, but quickly managed to plug it and catch back up to us as we were filtering water from Bradley Creek.
Bradley Creek crossing # 2 📷: DJ |
Once we regrouped, we began the 13+ creek and 30+ downed tree crossings on Bradley. I thought that THIS would be the perfect place to have a sawyer certification class. Easily accessed by FS 1206 and plenty of water should the students get parched. Once we popped out onto the gravel, Lisa and I had a decision to make: go for 4 or all 5 CP's. While I was secretly hoping she would say 5, I also knew the risk to go for 5 would be high. I did not attempt to change her mind at all when she responded with 4. Attempting to get the 5th, which would be the Pilot Cove CP, would probably take close to the amount of time bonus (2 hours) that we would receive for getting 5. So essentially nullifying any time gains while the potential for bad things to happen would exponentially increase as we became more fatigued.
After popping a 200mg caffeine pill, we headed out on FS1206 over to Laurel Mountain. I think Lisa almost cried in sheer joy at the sight of the grilled cheese oasis. Man, they looked scrumptious ... if only I didn't have celiac disease 😒. Waiting patiently for the zoomies I was hoping the caffeine would give me, I slowly made my way up Laurel. Once again, it was quite pleasant with dry conditions. Even though my legs had come around initially on Turkey Pen, they felt like poop again. But mentally I was in a good state, so just enjoyed the riding ... and walking.
Rolling into the Laurel Mountain CP 📷: DJ |
After punching our passport (3:43 time to), I was ready to go. Why were Lisa and Dave wanting to go back down Laurel and not over to Pilot? They motioned me over to them. And then they asked me where I was going. Down Pilot, I replied. That's this way, pointing in the opposite direction. Talk about brain dead; I had somehow gotten turned around and my bearings all out of whack. Apparently that caffeine pill was a dud.
We still had quite a bit more climbing up to Pilot, including that stairway to heaven HAB. Good gawd! Maybe that's why my brain tried to trick me earlier, trying to avoid this calf killer. Finally, at the top of Pilot, Lisa told me just to go. We would meet at the creek to filter again and I could be studying our map for the final push over to Club Gap, while on I waited on her. Halfway down Pilot, it started to rain. By the time I reached the creek crossing at the bottom, it was pouring. I shouldn't have taken off my shower cap back at the Squirrel CP. I quickly put it and my 13 gallon Glad trash bag on. Lisa pulled up as I was filtering water. I looked at the map, just to reinforce my game plan over to Club.
It was nice to be on gravel for a change. This year, both FS5015 and FS5016 were off limits, making the race much more trail heavy. The rains had turned the roads into small streams. My glasses were sprayed with mud, making visibility challenging. We almost blew by the oasis towards the end of FS475B. Not expecting a cornucopia of food/drink along with the wonderful attitudes of the two women manning the station, this was a big morale boost. I snacked on some chips and a Coke. I even got to meet Bumpus, the traveling cactus. His owner, whose name I can't remember, takes the little guy everywhere with her ... absolutely hilariously awesome!
Bumpus and his human. |
A little slice of heaven! |
Club Gap CP, notice the river on the trail. 📷: DJ |
Photobomber's expression says it all! |
Mud ... in ... every ... orifice! |