Cerberus 3 Day Expedition Stage Race - Day 3

Mack Creek

After a fitful night of sleep, I awoke with a mild bike hangover.  Nothing that a 20 ounce mug of Christopher Bean coffee couldn't fix.  I had brought my electric kettle and so was able to heat up water for both Lisa's and my french press.  The smell of coffee permeated the dank air of our cabin and made our bunkmates jealous, as they awaited the opening of the dining hall at 6 am and their Sysco-branded coffee.

While Lisa partook of scrambled egg whites in a carton and well done bacon, I finished off my farm fresh hard boiled eggs and home made chocolate chip banana bread.  Although breakfasts and dinners were included with our sign up fee, it was a little lackluster.  

The forecast for today had been rain showers, but fortunately they rolled through last night.  And some heavy ones at that.  Although the terrain would be wet and potentially sloppy, the skies were blue and the forecast was low to mid-70's once again. This morning was just a bit chillier and with almost 24 hours of racing under my belt, I was chilled at the start.  So I opted to wear my rain jacket.

Stage 3 started out with another 2 CP trek prologue at camp.  Lisa and I were first out of the gate, but did not realize there were 2 bridges crossing the creek.  We took the one that cost us just enough time for about 3-4 teams to jump ahead of us on the steep climb up to C-1.  We managed to scramble up the cliff face and get around a couple of them, punch the CP and then butt slide our way down to C-2.  This one was in the middle of a creek.  I don't know why I spent so much time/energy drying my gear, as each day and at each TA, we would immediately get soaking wet.  I am surprised that through it all, our feet remained happy and healthy.

The dining hall that served as a TA and the Start/Finish 

We were the 4th team to arrive at the TA (dining hall) .  I stuffed my jacket into my pack and changed into my cycling shoes.  Then we were off down the gravel road.  I shifted down ... and nothing happened.  Again, nothing.  AXS battery was dead.  I could have  kicked myself as the night before the thought about recharging it, but did not.  I called out to Lisa to stop.  I quickly took my battery from my dropper and replaced the one on my derailleur.  

All was good again, except a number of teams passed us.  But on the climb up Greenwood, we quickly passed many a team and were once again up with the top mixed teams. Lisa informed me of her mechanical, which was a broken Boa on her shoe. Since I was the CP gopher and we only had 2 on this bike leg, we decided we would duct tape her shoe once we finished the O course.

We were the 2nd team to  arrive at the Ottari O course.  11 CP's, in order.  And once you missed one, you were done and could not proceed collecting any more. 

Lightning Lisa continued her CP quest and we were nailing each one. However O4 had pink flagging under the incorrect building.  So while we were searching all the nooks and crannies of that building for the punch, two mixed teams caught up to us.  But they did see the punch on the building next to the one that we were searching.

From there we all kinda teamed up for O5-O10. Here I was, a newbie to the sport, and running alongside THE Mari Chandler.  She even offered me a swig of her Mountain Dew, which I gladly accepted.

Once at the lake, we split ways.  We went CCW around the lake while the other 2 teams went CW. I elected to do the 30 yard swim to the platform to get the final point.

Killing 2 birds with one stone ... nabbing the CP and ?? (hint: made a warm spot)

Once back at the TA, I went to fill bottles while Lisa worked on her shoe.  Mari's and Britt's team had already taken off.  We took the higher North Ridge route.  There were 3 high points and CP 8-3 was at the 3rd high point. We eventually caught up to Mari's team and saw where Britt's team dropped their bikes at the 2nd high point ... whoopsie!  After nabbing 8-3, the road/trail conditions slowly got worse with a infinite number of downed trees, some we could hop and others we could not.  The trails in the boy scout camp reminded me of Pisgah: steep and technical.  I was definitely getting my cyclocross practice in.  Finally we started to descend, but unfortunately I had a nonfunctioning dropper, having taken that battery to keep my derailleur functioning.  The descent was very similar to Cantrell Creek in Pisgah, only steeper. Lisa was having a good time shredding this section, while I was being conservative.  I did not want our day to end here with a crash or bike mechanical.  

So many derailleur demons during this 7 mile, 2 hour section, my patience was getting tested.  I may have thrown out a cussing rant or two. On the final descent, I heard someone behind me.  Turning around it was Jesse and Andrea.  WTF?  I thought they were ahead of us.  Jesse said that they had mis plotted the corrected O7 at the O course, so it took awhile for them to find it. We collected 8-4 together.  Man those two are like deer running through the woods. From there we hit the gravel road and made our way over to Lowman's Ferry Road to start our paddle, nabbing the final bike CP on the way

There was a gas station at the paddle TA.  As we were approaching, I hesitantly asked, begged, to be allowed to go in the store and fill our bottles, as opposed to filtering from the river.  Being the Transition Nazi she is, barked back, "As long as it doesn't take forever."  Oh, she's a hard one 😥. I managed to hit the solitary bathroom just before a couple of teams also stepped in  to fill bottles.  So I filled quickly, pee'd quickly, and then bought us an ice cold Coke.  Nazi Lisa became Mother Teresa Lisa once she saw that Coke.

I took off my pack and reached to get my rain jacket.  I wanted to wear this as I had gotten shivering cold on yesterday's paddle.  But the zippered compartment was wide open and my jacket was gone.  F*ck me!  I think I was more concerned about losing a $200 jacket than getting cold.  I quickly pushed those negative thoughts from my mind and got our gear ready to paddle.  This paddle was on Claytor Lake and their were 5 CP's. 

We were the second ones, of the leading teams, to start the paddle.  Jesse and Andrea were no where in sight.  I was the gopher for these CP's, all of which required exiting the canoe and going for a short trek.  Having witnessed just how skillfully tricky Mark Lattanzi was in placing these CP's (think nooks and crannies, not hanging where they are clearly visible), I made sure to walk with purpose and have my head on a swivel.

CP 9-4

Going after the 9-4, I felt like I needed a tetanus shot.  I had to make my way through muddy muck and find which rust bucket had the hidden flag. CP 9-3 was the trickiest, as there were multiple downed trees in the re-entrant.  When I came to the first tree, I did not see it, so I started making my way up the re-entrant to the second tree.  But something told me to turn around and look back.  Sure enough, the baby flag was hidden amongst a bunch of brush that had gathered up against the fallen tree.

Once we nabbed the first 3, we turned around and were met with a brutal headwind.  It was so strong it was interfering with my paddle stroke.  And I started shivering. For 4 miles we fought our way back to the TA, nabbing the remaining 2. Once I saw the bridge, signifying where the TA was, I was able to stroke it up a notch.  

I was a shivering mess once we reached land.  And my legs did not want to work.  But I was smelling the barn.  All we had left was a 5 mile pedal back to camp, no more CP's. Once we hit the climb on Julia Simpkins Road, I found more watts.  By the time we had crested the hill, I was warm again.  Even though we had first place in the bag, "racers will race."  We emptied the tanks those last miles, passing several teams, who had not cleared the course, on our way back to Camp Powhatan.

We arrived at the finish with 2 hours to spare.  With another 26 CP's collected today (26 must be our lucky #), we secured first in the women's division (78 CP's total), and 6th overall.  Today's totals were 42 miles (10 paddle, 7 trek, and 25 bike) and 6300 feet of gain.  And my $$$ rain jacket was awaiting me at the lost and found ... another victory!

No teams cleared the course.  Britt's team won the overall with 85 CP's; Andrea and Jesse came in second with 84, and Mari's team came in fourth with 81. The podium prizes were a hodge podge of goodies, including a rain kilt and a 1/5 of moonshine.

For its first year, this was a well run and organized event.  It was also frigging hard, which is great!  The trekking rogaine was the hardest discipline due to its vastness, the technical terrain, and the tricky off trail points.  The single track was very technical in the camp.  I just wish that some trail maintenance could have been done prior; the boy scouts take care of that once their summer camps kick off.

Although the food was mediocre, except for the final meal, a taco bar and ice cream, which was amazing and the bus hiccup on Day 1, I give this race 5 stars!  I don't come for the food and the additional 3 mile trek was icing on the AR cake.  

I want to thank Mike and Mark for a FUn 3 days of putting our bodies and Lisa's mind to the ultimate test of durability and resilience.  

Race HQ with grandmaster Mike Lattanzi at the helm

I want to thank Lisa for once again pushing us to victory.  I just wanted to point it out that initially on the drive up, we were just gonna focus on our division.  She specifically said, "So many big hitters coming that we needn't pay the other divisions any mind."  Well, that quickly went out the window on Day 1 when we were up there with the best.  And so, despite her initial ho-hum nature towards the other divisions,  she was "balls to the wall" ... the ... entire ... time.  Just one of the many attributes I love about her; I can now say that after a week of recovery.  During the race, if you had asked me, it might be a different story 😄. 

As the mighty Cerberus retreats to his place at the gates of Hades his anger grows. These souls came too close to securing a clear course back to earth. He is reminded of his solemn duty: no mercy to those who wish to escape from this realm. 

And so he plots. Studies. Trains.

Committed to redouble his efforts to protect the Underworld.

The Cerberus will return.

                                   Put this one on your calender for next year:  May 1-3, 2026

Cerberus 3 Day Expedition Stage Race - Day 2

After a solid 5 1/2 hours of sleep, Lisa and I were ready for redemption. Morning temps were perfect at 50 degrees, with highs in the low to mid 70's. 

First off was the trek prologue at camp.  We crushed it and were first back to our bikes.  We headed out with the leading mixed teams just behind us. The pedal up Big Mack's was the biggest climb of the day ... on bikes. Surprisingly, after that 1 mile prologue sprint, my legs were opened up and it felt like we were flying up that climb.  It also helped that we had some some heavy hitters (Britt Mason and her team, the dynamic duo of Jesse Spangler and Andrea Larson, and  THE Mari Chandler, and her mixed team) hot on our heels.  The 5 CP's on the bike were relatively easy, especially with several teams on the look out for them.

We rode to the Allisonia boat ramp, where we had to disassemble our bikes and put them in the canoe for the 10 mile paddle on the New River down to the TA at Lowman Ferry Road. Having practiced this at Lisa's house last month, we were like an F1 pit crew and were the first team in the river.  Our lead did not last long as the mixed teams were just stronger and more skillful paddlers.  But we had not seen CheckPoint Zero and they were the team we needed to beat.  

There were 3 CP's on the paddle.  The first one I nabbed, but the remaining 2 were kinda tricky as they were on super steep technical terrain and very close to private property.  We made the decision to let Lisa out at CP 5-2 and then I would paddle around the point and pick her up at the re-entrant where she would come down through after nabbing CP 5-2 and CP 5-3.  She took the map, but gave me a Day 1 map with the same area.  However, I did not realize that the map I had did NOT have the paddle points on them.  Frack!  I knew the general area of the last paddle CP, but there were 2 re-entrants.  I picked the first one.  After waiting for what seemed like an eternity, I started yelling her name.  Two other teams passed on by.  I asked if they had seen her up river (in case I paddled too far); they had not.  But then they made it to the correct re-entrant, where Lisa was waiting for me.  I finally heard her cry out my name.  It was as if I heard an angel calling my name.  I paddled over to the second re-entrant and there she be, a sight for sore eyes.  I was like a dog being reunited with its owner!

Reassembling the bikes.

Once we arrived at the TA we made quick work of getting our bikes off the canoe and back together.  We then headed out for the pedal back to Camp Powhatan. There was a mandatory crossing point at the top of Duncan Hill Lane.  We would be on private property for about 1 mile. There was also a CP here as well.  As we were traversing this area, we could hear a lot of screaming and cussing at the racers as they passed through.  I don't know if the property owner was just messing with us or truly pissed off, but we didn't want to hang around to find out.  But the map of the CP was at 1:35,000 and the trail was just a black smudge on the map.  We over ran the CP, going downhill, but corrected quickly, and found it.  It was much easier to see pedaling up a 15% grade as opposed to bombing down it.

After snagging the final bike CP back in the Boy Scout reservation, we pedaled on into the TA at the dining hall.  We dropped our bikes and headed out for the trekking rogaine. We had 5 hours to collect as many CP's as we could. But first we headed over to the string course and the climbing wall.  We did the string course first as the climbing wall was occupied.  This was a 1/2 mile obstacle course where you were zip-tied to a string and had to negotiate through trees, under fences, down steep embankments, through creeks, and over logs.  Being small was an advantage as some of the things we had to weave through and under were quite tight.

The climbing wall was pretty straight-forward.  We could belay each other or let the volunteer do it.  We opted to let the volunteer belay us as it was a better management of time. Then we headed off to get CP-R19.  Attacking from the south (as opposed from the North yesterday), Lisa had redemption #1 finding R20.  We continued North and R2 was quickly gotten, redemption #2.  Lisa was on fire!  

We headed up Shelby's Dream Trail, with its infinite number of switchbacks.  My glutes and quads were on fire and I had a hard time keeping up with Lisa.  She was a bloodhound and was hot on the scent of R12, R5, R8.  After R8, we began a bushwhack over to R3.  We overshot it; Lisa was having a hard time making heads or tails of North and South.  I believe her brain was low on glucose; she needed a ketone shot! We found it, working our way back up the spur.

Heading down Burke's Run, we nabbed R2 and R1. and then headed back to the dining hall to finish the day.  We finished with 23 minutes left on the clock.  Once again, we nabbed 26 CP's.  This put us first on the day.  We were now ahead of CheckPoint Zero with 52 points; they had 47.  We also managed to snag the QOM/KOM of the day (CP 4-1 to CP 4-2).

Day 2, although still hard, felt easier.  The shock and awe of yesterday was gone and my body had settled into that adventure racer rhythm.  I was very impressed with Lisa, as her body was firing on all cylinders.  I was doing all I could just to keep up.  It probably didn't help that I had raced a 2 day gravel race the weekend before and then played bikes in the week leading up to this event.  Hello, my name is Carey, and I am an addict 😂😂😂.

Today's numbers were once again 50 miles (10 paddle, 12 trek, 28 bike) and 5700 feet of gain (1/2 bike, 1/2 trek).

Dinner was chili.  I opted out and once again had chicken salad sandwiches and homemade cookies.  Although we were able to get to bed a bit earlier, the sleep just would not come and when it did, it was a toss and turny kinda night.  It felt like I was still on course.  But, it was still another 6 hours of rest.

All we had to do tomorrow was stay focused and finish.

Cerberus 3 Day Expedition Stage Race - Day 0 and 1

 

After having done PMBAR 2 years in a row with Lisa, we wanted something different.  I happened upon this adventure race while doom scrolling on FaceBook last fall.  3 stages, each 12 hours long, and sleeps in between ... sign us up! The race was staged out of Camp Powhatan BSA, located south of Claytor Lake in BFE Virginia.

Day 0

We arrived Thursday afternoon and checked into our cabin.  Pretty much as I thought ... dark, dank, and with leaves, mouse poop, and a few dead critters on the cabin floor.  I quickly took the broom that was in the corner and tidied up. There were 3 rooms in the cabin and we were sharing a room with a 3 person female team.  Fortunately, we had one side that had 2 bunk beds so that we both could sleep on the bottom.  We wiped down the plastic covered 2 inch mattresses and then put our own linens on the bottom and our gear on the top. The bath house was within a short walk.

While waiting for the official check-in, we prepped our gear and bikes.  Lots of decisions on what to pack based on the race schematic. Most of those decisions had already been made in the weeks leading up to the event, as both Lisa and I are planning demons.

Upon checking in, we were told that the Day 1 prologue was not going to be a trek at the start, due to a bridge out.  Instead we got to pair up with another 2 person team and play carnival games, which we are not very good at:  ball toss, frisbee golf, and hula hoop toss.  For each game you won, you scored a point.  We ended up winning one and losing two, which gave us a 10 minute time penalty on Day 1.  Once we finished the silly games, we were given our maps.  

We also had to transport our bikes down to the Allisonia boat ramp that evening. So while I drove the 30 minutes to the boat ramp, Lisa began plotting our route.

By the time we had packed our gear, taken our paddle bags to the box truck, and dropped off our bikes at the boat ramp, it was close to 9 pm. We were in bed with the alarm set for 5:30 am, but our cabin mates were not as efficient or as quiet as us, so sleeps did not come until around 10 pm and then were interrupted with the sound of others: talking, snoring, gear prepping.  

Day 1

Motorcoaches were gonna drive us to the start.  However, they could not negotiate the tight twisty gravel road and the multiple extremely narrow bridges leading to camp.  So we got to walk the 3 miles to where they could pick us up.  Just a small hiccup in the race's first year.  This also delayed the start by an hour.

3 mile trek to the bus

With our 10 minute penalty, our start time was 9:14 am.  We had a 1/4 mile run to the canoes.  The paddle was on the Big Reed Island Creek.  What with not much rain leading up to the race, the 12 mile paddle ended up being a "canoe-cross."  The creek was low and there seemed like a bajillion places where we had to get out and drag our canoe across the rocks.  Since we were both small, we at least could make it over more sections than most.  There was only one tricky rapid, where a canoe ahead of us flipped.  They got out of the way just in time as we hit it cleanly.

I was the CP gopher and hopped out to snag them.  The first 3 were on the creek and the last 3 were along the New River Trail.  For those, I hopped out and ran the trail to punch them, while Lisa paddled to the take-out.

CP # 1-6

At the Allisonia Boat Ramp, we quickly transitioned to bikes.  As I loaded our paddle gear in the box truck, I counted only 6 other paddle bags.  We had made up a lot of ground in our weakest discipline! There were 4 CP's in the small Hoover Mountain Bike Area.  What with all the access roads and trail intersections, it made navigation a little tricky. 2-1 was an SOB as we had to scramble through a huge pile of boulders the size of Mini Coopers, trying not to break a leg as we searched every nook and cranny for that damn orange/white flag.  Once out of the MTB park we continued on the New River Trail. 2-5 was at the end of a peninsula on the New River.  We dropped our bikes and ran out to the peninsula in energy-sapping sand.  Once we found it, we then decided to ford the creek (as it wasn't over our heads as we thought it might be). As we were halfway across the creek, my old foggy brain couldn't remember if I had punched it or not.  To be sure I trudged my way back through the shoe-sucking mud and punched it ... again.  

New River Rail Trail

The remaining CP's on the bike were pretty straight forward and we managed to nab them without too much wandering.  However, what really burnt a lot of matches was the bike-whacking climb up Chimney Mountain along a re-entrant.  Think 1/2 mile with pitches of 30% through thickets of rhododendron. It was a 20 minute push of death.  By the time we reached the top, our lungs were screaming and our hearts were beating out of our chests.  This extreme effort caused Lisa to go right instead of left.  She quickly regained her sense of direction once the oxygen hit her brain again and we corrected quickly.

From there it was a mostly downhill pedal back to Camp Powhatan that was serving as TA2. After a quick transition where I beat Lisa ... finally 😄, we headed out on the trek.  We had 4 hours remaining. It was a rogaine.  There were 24 CP's.  We could get a max of 14 today.  Then tomorrow we had the remaining to go after. This section was extremely difficult as there was no clear right way to pick them up.  They were either at high points or low points, so it seemed.  And the elevation  ranged from 2000 to 3200 feet; these hills were steep AF! R9, R24, R18, R16, R22, and R21we nabbed within 2 hours. I've got to hand it it Lisa, she was spot on through here. I was a hurtin' buckaroo trying to keep up with her on the steeps.

Unfortunately, we spent 90 minutes looking for R4 and R20 and came up empty handed. Lisa was pretty frustrated, but I was trying to keep her spirits up.  If only I had her experience and mad nav skills, I could have been a better partner.  She was burning calories not only physically, but mentally as well, like a master chess player. 

We hoofed it back it with 18 minutes to spare.  This put us in 2nd place with 26 checkpoints, and just 1 checkpoint behind the 4 person female team CheckPoint Zero.  

Day 1 was a shock to my system.  We paddled 12 miles, biked 28 miles, and trekked 10 miles with 5000 feet of elevation gain, with the majority of that on the trek. The course was physically hard, what with the steep terrain of Appalachia.  Most of the trek was bushwhacking, either straight up/down or off-camber side cutting hills.

I consumed at least 1000 calories at dinner.  Unfortunately the only thing I could eat that the kitchen staff cooked was green beans.  But I had a hearty supply of chicken salad,  GF bread, and home made protein powder cookies in my cooler.

Neither of us had any issues falling asleep Friday night.  Exhaustion, full bellies, and an edible did the trick.  We both got a solid 5 1/2 hours of sleep.