Thursday, November 13, 2014

2014 Bonk Hard Berryman Adventure...by Paul Frisbee






Berryman Adventure Race 2014



Rolla Contingency – Paul Frisbee, Kevin Edwards, Tamara Falke Team BOR St. Louis –Neil Dickhaus



Pre-Race – Took Tamara’s yellow Pontiac to meet Kevin Edwards, who was staying at an All-Star Inn in St. Robert.  Talked briefly, headed to Wal-Mart Subway for Pre-Race subs – no pre-race meal by Bonk Hard. Meeting was at 8:00pm.  Shirt giveaways with everyone getting something.  Didn’t get Kuat rack.  Single map and cluesheet.  Went back to All-Star Inn and plotted points, got rough plan for next day.  Tamara, Neil and Paul headed home for last minute gear changes (no fleece hats or pullovers).



Race Day:

Up at 3:40am – out of house by 4:05 with Neil and Paul in Neil’s Trailblazer.  Picked up Tamara, headed to All-Star Inn.  Kevin waiting outside – quick pickup and headed to bike drop.  Bit of a long drive, but no nav errors…made it shortly after 5:30am.  Dropped bikes and headed to HQ – or start line.  Slept in Trailblazer until 6:30am, then took massive pre-race dump (thanks Subway!!), did yoga warmup, some quick CrossFit warm-ups, and started at 7:01.34am according to my watch.



First portion was trekking ~ 6 points in any order.  Kevin has GPS track of all of this….first it was on him, and then he put it on me since I was the one punching points.  This didn’t happen till middle O-section.  It seems this section went pretty smoothly.
Next paddling – with point 7 being acquired from trekking as a change.
  Apparently moving up the river was going to take a very long time.  Steep slope and wading across the river (waist deep) for quick punch.  Paddle was slow moving as the river was down and the Neil/Kevin boat was 45# heavier than the Paul/Tamara boat.  Average speed down river was approximately 4.6mph. Point 8.  Start of major trek.



This was discussed before the race as the make-it or break-it section.  The section that would separate the men from the boys….the leaders from the followers….the 3rd lap of a mile race….Seems we arrived about 9:40am and had a cut-off of 4:00pm.  Had a general plan of hitting each ridge to break the attacks up and reduce crossing too many contours.  Started the route as planned, and then changed after 3rd point to cut distance since we weren’t making good time on roads.  Hit second ridge system and Kevin had realization that we should have hit that point on the exit.  Oops!  Trouble on CP14, but hit the next CP alright.  Debate on which one to hit next with quick 4 mile run exit strategy, and opted for hitting CP14 from opposite side to at least head toward CP24/8.  Worked great, but the plan of going fast at the typical afternoon crash time failed.  I was bonking mentally (could have used a nice dark mocha from Giddy Goat), Neil was cramping and had stomach issues, Tamara was doing fine, and Kevin was really itching to get in quick, which was needed.  Ended up taking a shorter line, and had a nice road down a spur.  The hillside afterwards was crazy steep with lots of loose rocks…twisted ankles, etc.  Got to bottom and Kevin made a command decision to turn right and race for the cut-off.  Wrong way we found out later.  Went back the other way and found the canoe TA.  Team seemed demoralized at this point with longer transition time.  Got water from them…last team there, so they allowed us to have the rest of what they brought.  ALL of it was used.Paddle 2 – bit slower than first one.  Still seemed demoralized by last place and last canoes out.  Hit CP25 as trailer was filled with all but two boats…ours.  I punched and the person took the punch down directly after.  The boat trailer pulled out, and the car the guy was driving shortly followed.  We were basically the clean up crew….it was a long mile up the hill to the bike drop-off.
Punched and got another cluesheet.  There were a few teams still there enjoying their re-supply bags.  The TA people offered us some food and water too…leftovers from everybody’s stuff.  Very slow TA.  Plotted points, measured, transition to bikes.  Last ones out again.  Rode off towards the first bike checkpoint along a trail.  Right at dusk. 
Rode down and stopped at prescribed mileage.
  I suddenly realized that I hate trekking without my pants on…should have put them on and duct-taped.  Oh well.  Trekked around spur looking for point.  Went back out to road, rechecked distance, rode back in.  Searched more, as it was turning dark.  Kevin’s uber-light never picked it up.  Went over a couple more spurs treating it like a regular o-course point.  Talked with the owl a bit.  Headed back to road as re-finding the bikes was even questionable at this point.  Took trail back to bikes, and Neil spots another trail.  Neil and Kevin work together to triangulate positions….we walk past bikes on trail a bit further, and Neil calls out “Who’s got the Cluesheet?” – one of our code phrases for this race.  Also – someone took a massive dump over here!, and something else.  After punching this point, walked back to bikes and biked back to road.  Measured distance to next trail and headed towards HQ.

The next trail was a very long 0.5 miles down a gravel road.
  Again, the odometers had us short by quite a bit (or the measurements were wrong), but hit this one and headed down towards the point.  Headed further out for another one….screamed down a hill and missed our turn.  Kevin and Neil made a command decision to head back to HQ as the next points would take us further away, and they had to be punched in order.  Hit the gravel road and did a comparatively quick ride back.  Opted out of the additional map and headed towards food!!


FOOD – cold cut makings.  Roast beef and turkey, cheese, tomatoes, lettuce, mayonnaise and mustard.  Lots of junk food.  No beer, just soda and water.  Previous team mate, Louis McCarthy, gave a few of us beers.  Happy. 


2014 Thunder Rolls 24 hour...by Captain Ahab

The 2014 Thunder Rolls Adventure Race started out for me as most do by worrying a lot about my gear and the amount of training that I put in for the event.  I was mostly concerned about the climbing and repelling gear since I had never really climbed or repelled, except for artificial walls and some very careless free climbing in my teenage years that my parents were of course not aware of.  Now that I am a lot older and wiser, well older, I decided to buy my own gear instead of renting.  I did some research on to how to use it, Kevin Minton and I planned to practice, but that led nowhere, and we ending up deciding to make the 3pm ascending practice the day of the race.  I didn’t feel much better about the situation.  I had been laying out my gear and going over everything for about a week and decided to pack it all up the night before we left for the race to make sure it all fit in my pack, which it did, just barely.  It was now time to say a prayer, pack the truck, pay the bills, feed my fish, walk the dogs, and say goodbye to the family instructing them on what to do if I should get injured or not return, which has now become my pre-race ritual.

We were to meet at and leave Alpine Shop in Kirkwood Missouri in two Trailblazers, one with myself, Captain Ahab of Crestwood, MO (TeamBOR1), Dave Cortivo of Imperial, MO (TeamBOR2), and Kevin Minton of Kirkwood, MO (TeamBOR2), and another with Neil Dickhaus of Eureka, MO (TeamBOR2), Paul Frisbee of Rolla, MO (TeamBOR1), and Kevin Edwards of Rolla, MO (TeamBOR1).  It was all to be organized and on-time, but Trailblazer 2 headed straight out from Eureka skipping Alpine Shop altogether and Dave insisted on waiting for a Taco Bell breakfast behind a huge man that was ordering for himself or his entire workforce.  Trailblazer 1 was now running late and didn’t meet up with Trailblazer 2 until lunch at One World in Peoria, which we barely came to an agreement upon.  Mutiny, Anarchy, and Murder were all discussed in Trailblazer 1 for the fear of missing the ascending practice.  Our pin-up girl waitress turned the channel to the Outdoor channel and peace returned to the world.  We made it to the event in Mount Carroll with time to make the ascending practice, so Minton and I were happier.   I found that I didn’t care for ascending much at all.

We set up our gear in our cabin, ate dinner, attended the pre-race meeting where I was happy to find that we could ditch much of our gear altogether and stage some other gear, which took a lot of weight off my shoulders literally.   We bought some gear, plotted our course, got dressed in our cabin, checked our packs, dropped off the bikes, headed to the start, prayed, and tried to take pictures in the dark before the National Anthem.

The race started at 12am with a short run to the river.  Alpine Shop made an immediate wrong turn, but still managed to beat us to the water.  We were in the front pack as we hit the water but quickly started getting passed as we took turns falling.  Paul was out front and my headlamp was glued to him, but I knew both our navigators and our maps were behind us, yet I could still see headlamps in the river ahead of us so I kept up with Paul.  I watched as Paul went deeper and deeper and then the coasteering turned into swimming.  I knew I would be swimming longer than Paul since I am shorter and thought “poor Dave.”  I found a hatred for coasteering; as I ran in the rocks I continued to turn my ankle, fall, bang my knee on stealth rocks, fall face first in the drink, get up, and repeat.  I tried many different methods and found that moving through the mud, sinking my shoes deep into the mud, pulling up hard and hoping my shoes were still on, was better than banging my knees into the rocks.   Neil took a nice gash to his leg that got infected by some weaker form of a flesh eating bacteria, which healed a few weeks later.  Running and swimming quickly turned to walking and swimming, so I tried to estimate our speed and distance.   Knowing that I can easily walk a 15 minute mile fast pace and a 20 minute mile slow pace, and we had only two miles of this nonsense, I tried to figure out what time we would exit the water, but I kept falling, so I found it was too hard to concentrate on time and just focused on being vertical.  We climbed a little water fall and were out of the river thinking we were next to dead last.  CP’s 1-3 complete.  Coasteer 1 = 2 miles?

We arrived at the bikes and were amazed at how many were still there.  I quickly transitioned and watched in horror the time it took my teammates to transition.  Edwards told me he was slow transitioning, but if I would have known I would have taken the time to change my socks.  We headed to the road and made an immediate wrong turn and found our way and then discussed if we actually were heading the right way.  Since I didn’t have a map in my hand I tried to help by giving the navigators road bearings.  We traveled through the night in a blanket of fog while trying to dodge frogs that were crossing the roads.  Edwards and I were out in front and losing the rest of the group fast.  I looked down at my computer, realized my headlamp was off, started feeling my legs burning, turned my lamp on without crashing, and looked down for a second to see 30mph on my readout.  I thought, ”that must be wrong.”   Edwards started pulling away and I quickly caught back up with him.  Now I am thinking, “Can I maintain this pace?”  I glance many times back down to my computer and it’s reading high 20’s, “dang we are hauling” I thought.  I told Edwards, “Hey, the guys can’t keep this pace!”  Edwards tells me he is frustrated with our time and results so far.  I tell him that we are either going to lose the group, get disqualified, kill our teammates, and I personally don’t know how long I can maintain this pace and we need to slow and wait for them.  We decide to wait at the next intersection and re-group.  We ride through the night, cold, wet, over a sketchy bridge, into town, arrive at the canoes, slowly transition, and enter the river.  CP’s 4-8 complete.  Bike 1 = 27.8 miles.

We get in the canoe and immediately get stuck.  Both of our teams are stuck in the shallow water and jagged rocks.  I still have my wet coasteering socks on so I jump out with Paul and start pulling the canoe to deeper water.  We keep Edwards in the canoe to keep him and the maps dry.  It gets deep again and I start paddling hard, steering through many obstacles, and smacking Edwards paddle every time he attempts to paddle.  Night becomes day and we are still paddling, but TeamBOR 2 is nowhere to been seen.  Paul and I get a good rhythm going and I try to convince Edwards to not paddle, or all three of us paddle in unison, and let me steer completely.  I try to minimize my paddle strikes on Edwards paddle.  We get to the first take out and wait for TeamBOR 2, several teams arrive and they tell us that they saw them flip and they are collecting their gear and draining the boat.  TeamBOR2 arrives.  CP 9 complete.  Row 1 = 3.3 miles.

We trek up into the woods, around a lake, through stinging needle, and collect the check points in that area.   We struggle through intense thickets and nettle to get back to the boat.  I decide to use my newly acquired coasteering skills to go up river to collect the boats and bring them back down to my awaiting teammates.  Trek 1 = 3.4 miles.
Back in the canoe I feel strong and paddle for all its worth, loosing TeamBOR2 again, Edwards mentions that Paul said I would be hurting from the paddle, but I shrug that off and continue to paddle.  It starts storming and we take a quick break under a bridge.  I start getting really cold so I put my rain jacket on, drink, and bail the boat.  TeamBOR2 arrives and we give them the chance to do the same.  We head out and quickly lose them again.  Before we enter the Mississippi I mention that when we get to that bridge ahead I need to stop and eat because I am feeling light headed.  I see Edwards looking at the map strangely, Paul looking out in the distance strangely, and I think I may be hallucinating.  It wouldn’t be the first time I have done so in a race.  Edwards asks me what I said and I asked if there was a bridge on the map and he repeats, “no.”  I reply, “I need to eat now.”  The bridge vanishes and we continue on and pass a bunch of teams.   We find our secret portaging spot and wait for TeamBOR2.  I eat again and watch the boats I worked so hard to pass catch us and pass us while Edwards scouts the portage.  TeamBOR2 arrives, eats, and we quickly portage and come out in front of all the teams that caught us plus some.  We struggle through a lily patty mine field and exit the water ahead of the other boats.   CP’s 10-16 complete.  Row 2 = 17 miles.

Now there is a long transition that gives me the opportunity to wring out my socks but I don’t want to change them yet.  We head to the bikes and climb the steepest hill I have ever seen and Edwards scolds me for trying to ride it; so I walk it.  We get to the top and I realize I am completely out of water, so I find a camp spigot and fill everything I have, my bladder, my empty Gatorade bottles, and add in a little Zip Fizz to the bottles for good measure.  TeamBOR2 arrives and we are off again.  We ride to the next transition and I finally change my socks, drink another team’s non-caffeinated energy shot, and trek into the woods.  Bike 2 = 2.8 miles.

 The sun comes out for a minute and cooks us.  I pray for the rain to return, which it does.  I hug this enormous tree and tell Minton to come and feel this tree emitting cool air.  He walks over and says it is shade and I should eat and drink again.  Dave makes me put electrolytes in my bladder and we trek on.  I am not use to eating as much as I was, since I was on a low calorie diet cutting weight before the race.  That is another story in itself, but let’s just say that my diet led to a couple bad mountain biking crashes during training.  So I don’t want to get light headed or hallucinate, so I eat every hour on the hour no matter if I am hungry or not, but now I feel sick.  I need to either throw up or poop.  I debate whether it is more embarrassing to throw up, poop your pants, or poop in the woods.  I rank them most embarrassing to least; poop pants, throw up, poop in woods.  I quietly head off while the teams are searching for a check point and find a spot with minimal nettle.  I feel so much better now and return to the group and Paul immediately knows what I did.  We trek and slip and trek and slip for an eternity until we know we need to head back to the bikes due to time constraints.  CP’s 17-46 not so much complete.  Trek 2 = 5.6 miles.

On the bikes we return to the camp at twilight, but on the way Minton and Edwards have a serious hill climbing competition that makes me proud of both of them and makes me glad I decided to sit and spin my granny gear.  I decide to stand and climb one hill, and then when I had, I decided not to do it again.  We enter camp and Edwards crashes right in front of the race committee and we grab our climbing gear and head into the dark woods.  We ride and trek and ride and trek.  I notice how well my bike shoes do in the mud and curse myself for not wearing them all day.  Edward’s flats; we decide there is not enough time to change it, and we stash the bikes.  Bike 3 = 10.7 miles.

We find out the “ascend” is cancelled due to rain or hornets and I am relieved to hear it.  We climb to the repel and Paul is gone in a flash, Edwards goes upside down, but is super cool, and is like this is no big deal and rights himself and is gone.  I think “Hey where did everyone go.”  Minton is looking like he crapped his pants and is preparing to die.  He does some funky sit stand maneuver and he starts climbing back up the rope as the race official is screaming at him to go down, not up!  He is out of sight and I am last to go.  I start off and the rope stretches and I hear a loud clanging.  I tell them I think my carabineer let go.  The official screams for me to stop.  I look down, see I am attached, and tell him “I am ok, but that scared the S@#t out of me!”   He agrees and I drop over the edge and start flying down.  I get yelled at for going too fast and Dave tells me to enjoy the ride.  I yell that I am.  I think, “When do I enjoy going slow?”  I get down and Minton is making love to the ground and scaring female racers with tales of death and mayhem.  We find out much later that he does have an injury the size of a baseball on his shin from slamming into the cliff.  We coasteer search for the cave and I find it.  I head into the cave and it quickly splits in direction.  Dave and I go straight and I yell to the others to go left.  I’m moving through the ice cold water quickly and bats start flying towards my face.  Dave is behind me and starts yelling bats, so I yell bats, and more fly past me and I giggle knowing they are headed towards Dave.  I make it to a dead end and hear Dave yelling that they found the check point, I am now Indiana Jones trying to out run the huge rock ball, and I exit as quickly as possible!  CP’s 47-52 complete.

We cross the river and climb a cliff to get another check point and then instead of going back down Edwards and Paul decide to scale the cliff to the next check point.  I notice only Dave is with us from TeamBOR2.  I yell for the others to come up and an argument starts.  I am now trying to keep an eye on both teams and Minton makes it to the top but is mad as Hell.  We can tell because he stands in complete darkness with his arms crossed.  Dave and I try to talk Edwards and Paul out of their suicidal idea, but they were not stopping.  I finally get my hands on Neil’s map and realize immediately that the point is in the river.  Minton, Dave, and I head down and I leave TeamBOR2 on a sandbar.  I coasteer to the check point, realize I don’t have the passport anymore, and my teammates are above me on a cliff.  Other teams are yelling at them that they are going to fall to their deaths.  I stand there illuminating the check point and teams keep thanking me and punch their passports.  Now I am mad as Hell.  I make my way back to TeamBOR2 and TeamBOR1 is standing there.  I angrily make my way back to the check point trying to remember the route I took but since it is in the river it is easy.  We head back to the bikes and walk them to the finish, leave them there, and head to the last check point, the luge.  Dave and I are the only ones that want to try it after a woman comes somersaulting out of it and has road rash all over her body.  She tells me that it’s dangerous.  I tell her the entire race is dangerous, she agrees.  I get mad because no one will punch the passport or do the luge.  Dave promises me we will come back in the morning and luge.  Paul yells at me to stop blinding everyone with my light and get out of the way so they can punch.  He is really mean and hurts my feelings, wait I don’t have no stinking feelings, so we run to the finish and cross the line together six across. CP’s 53-55 complete and finished 11:24pm 08/23/14.  Trek 3 = 6.3 miles.

We eat, drink, shower, drink, talk, drink, drink, drink, beer that is.  I have been awake for 44 hours and moving for 24 of those and I feel pretty good.  I look over and Paul is passed out smiling.  Neil is about to pass out.  We are the last team awake.  We crash in the cabin, Neil snores horrendously, and Paul continues to smile, asleep. 

A few hours later we awake and Dave and I go luge.  It was epic! 

Total bike 41.3 miles, Total row 20.3 miles, Total trek 15.3 miles

TeamBOR – Ahab










2014 Bonk Hard Chill... by Kevin Minton
































Kevin Minton bonked hard and Dave manned up and rode Esmeralda to the finish!  Note:  Kevin Minton still has yet to write this blog!

2014 Bonk Hard Smithville 8 hour... by Neil Dickhaus

The Bonk Hard Smithville 8 hour race was a little harder than I expected this year. Captain Ahab and I left St Louis around noon on Friday and headed toward Kansas City. The ride was pretty typical, I drove, Captain Ahab talked, I nodded giving the occasional “yeah”, Captain Ahab talked more, than a few “unhuh”s and Captain Ahab kept talking. We got to the hotel, unloaded our bikes and gear, and headed out on a supply run and dinner. We needed food and Gatorade. Shopping and dinner were uneventful. We hydrated, carb loaded, and had a few prerace beverages. Afterwards we got our gear ready for the next morning and it was off to bed by 10pm.

The race didn’t start until 10am on Saturday, which in my opinion was about 2 hours too late, but I do understand that a lot of people drive in the morning of the race. We arrived at the bike drop just before 8am and the temperature was already rising and I knew it was going to be a hot day. We dropped and staged our bike gear and paddles as best as we could, than headed off to race HQ, which was about 10 minutes away.

90 minutes prerace we were at HQ, we checked in and received our bibs (#230 for Team BOR), race packet, maps, and our bright orange Smithville 2014 race shirts. We walked back to the car and did a last minute gear check, then we headed back to race HQ to strategize. 45 minutes prerace, I sat down and opened the maps and planned our course. It did not look too bad to me so far, about a 3 mile run/trek followed by just over 20 miles of riding on back country roads. In the meantime, Captain Ahab decided to harass some of the race officials and get some inside information. He came back a few minutes later and said that Gary, the race director, had attempted to take the wind into greater consideration this year when planning the paddling portion. We knew better; Mother Nature was going to be against us. 15 minutes prerace, we had the prerace meeting, Kuat rack give away, which I was so close to winning, then they played the National Anthem. 2 minutes prerace, standing at the start with 45 other teams, we checked each other’s packs and decided we were as ready as we could be.

The gun goes off starting the race, actually I think it was a cow bell. Captain Ahab and I started near the front of the pack where we quickly realized that we were not runners. We estimated that by the time we were at cp1 over half of the teams were in front of us. Running/trekking will turn out to be our weakest link throughout the day. I kept looking back at other teams and thinking, at least we are ahead of them, and then a few minutes later they passed us. Cp1 was in a creek bed in some thick brush. I waited about 20 yards away while Captain Ahab punched our passport. Next we were off to cp2, straight down the fence line and there it is, no problem. We then headed northwest through a field to the trails which led us right to cp3. I felt good, 3 controls down and my navigation was spot on. We exited the trail to a paved path and took it to another path that headed north. Another team was just ahead of us, turned left, and I thought to myself, bad move. We kept going north, then it hit me, I overshot, and maybe the other team had it right. We dropped down a reentrant and quickly found a trail and cp4. My confidence was shaken, but only a little bit. I figured that it only cost us 2 or 3 minutes. Later I would realize that cp4 was the same as cp29 and that it probably saved us that much time. After cp4 we backtracked to the paved trail and headed north again towards cp5. When we arrived at cp5, which was also the transition from foot to bike, we felt like we were only ahead of 10 teams, but checking the splits, we were actually in the middle of the pack arriving 34 minutes after the race started. The fastest 2 teams arrived in 25 minutes with some taking just over an hour. If we were in a little better shape, I am mainly referring to myself since Captain Ahab works out in the closet, I think we could have cut our time down to 30 minutes.

It was getting hot, so as part of the transition, we stripped our long pants and attached our paddles and shoes to our packs. I was using my new bike mounted map holder that I made the day before and was amazed how well a 3”x16” piece of wood, 2 binder clips, a 3 zip ties help hold the map on my bike. We were on the road in about 5 minutes and headed toward cp6. We arrived at cp6 a few minutes later with 3 other teams and got our passport punched by a race volunteer. One team left before us, but we were able to overtake another before we reached cp7. On our way to cp8 we passed 2 more teams, but somehow we let one pass us, this would be the only team that passed us on the biking sections. Somewhere between cp8 and cp9, Captain Ahab started whining about his front brake dragging. I told him I knew of a bike mechanic that could fix that for him that goes by the name of Kevin. Needless to say, Captain Ahab had a few choice words for me. Next came my biggest navigation error. I didn’t trust my gut and missed a turn to cp9. This one probably cost us at least 20 minutes of riding since we had to back track up a couple of hills eating road dust from cars that liked to fly past us on the gravel road. Captain Ahab was not too happy and I can’t blame him, I screwed up and got us off course. He stated that we were no longer able to compete in this race. I told him that were fine and lied to him when I said we had only lost 10 minutes. We got to cp9, punched and move past 3 teams that most likely gained on us due to my error. Cp10 and cp11 were any order controls, looking at the map, I decided to go to cp10 first and I am glad I made that decision. I saw the hill we would have had to climb if the order was reversed and it was not pretty. Shortly after getting cp11 we arrived at cp12, transition from bike to canoe. We finished this section for the race in 2:05, with the other teams ranging from 1:24 to over 4 hours.

As we approached cp12, it was not only a bike to canoe transition, but also a gear check. We quickly dropped our bikes and tried to figure out what gear they wanted to check. There appeared to be only one volunteer doing the gear check. What do you want to see? Emergency blanket for each, CHECK, whistle for each, CHECK, team UTM, CHECK, cell phone, CHECK. With the gear check completed, we got our passport punched and received map 3. The first leg of the paddle required us to transport our bikes in the canoe, luckily it was less than 1.5 miles. We took our paddles out and strapped our bikes to the canoe. Captain Ahab laid his bike down first, I proceeded to pull out a towel to lay across Captain Ahab’s bike to keep from scratching mine. The guy from the gear check was walking by laughing a little. All I could say was “hey, it’s new and I don’t want to scratch it”. A few minutes later we shoved off. I was a little concerned about paddling, since I strained my elbow at the beginning of the week, but I was feeling good. We had a good paddling rhythm going and about 300 yards from shore, a motor boat decided to pass about 50 feet in front of us providing a 2 foot wave from its wake off our bow. All I could think was I hope he hits one of the stumps. Next we had to battle a hefty head wind. I could not believe how many teams we were seeing heading back the direction we were coming from. We arrived at cp13 which was nothing more than a 20’ wide beach. As fast as we could we unloaded our bikes, biking gear, and stripped our bike pants. We laid everything out to dry, which would turn out to be a wasted effort. On our way back to the canoe we each grabbed 2 bottles of water, jumped back into the canoe and we were off again. It took us 29 minutes to get to cp13 with other teams ranging from 23 minutes to over an hour. Looking back, I am happy with this leg as most of the teams were over 30 minutes.

We transitioned faster than 2 canoes, not sure if they were 1 or 2 teams. Then we had a tailwind, for a few minutes anyway. On our way to cp14, both Captain Ahab and I finished a bottle of water. Cp14 was pretty easy to find. As we punched, we saw one team go right past the cove we were in, missing the check point all together. We passed another team on our way to cp15 which was on a point. Cp16 was set pretty far back in a cove on a little point. Cp17 was next, honestly I don’t remember it, and I know we got it, but it is a blur at this point. I do remember that after cp17 we rounded a point and off in the distance we saw the trailers where the canoes were being loaded and we knew this was cp18. We immediately put all of our effort in getting to the transition from canoe back to trekking. We passed another team, which we latter dubbed “the runners”, and beached our canoe. Then we gathered our gear, packed our paddles, put our shoes back on and started carrying our canoe to the drop point about 20 yards away. We stopped, dropped our empty water bottles in the trash and finished carrying the canoe to the drop. Captain Ahab then went to get the passport punched, but couldn’t find it. Race is over, we are done, ran through my head. In a matter of 30 seconds Captain Ahab checked every pocket in his pants and bag, which is an amazing feat in itself. I scoured the beach, but no luck. Captain Ahab yelled “check the trash”. I stuck my head in the bag and dug, FOUND IT!!! We got our passport punched by the volunteer and were given clue sheet for the next trekking leg. This leg took us 1:19 with other teams ranging from 55 minutes to 1:46, I was happier with our performance before I knew our times. I am not sure why we didn’t do better, it sure felt like we did.

The next clue sheet required us to plot, so we found a shady spot on the side of the road and began plotting. Captain Ahab called out coordinates and I plotted. Then I called them out and Captain Ahab plotted to double check. We headed east down a road and found a trail that headed south toward cp21 which just so happens to be the same as cp17. The trail opened up into an old corn field and the “runners” passed us, but they went the wrong way. Once we made it to the southern corner of the field, we found another trail that led down to the lake cove. We had to get around this cove, so stuck to the shoreline and slowly made our way to cp21. A few minutes later the “runners” caught back up to us, those guys made some good time back tracking and getting to the cp. Once we punched we scaled a small dirt bluff and headed southeast looking for the fence line we could follow to get to cp25. On the way to cp25, Captain Ahab dropped one section of his kayak paddle. While he was securing it to his pack, we spotted a 4 person team crossing a field on the other side of the fence on their way to cp25. It was obvious to me that they were on private property. Oh well, some people are not too smart or maybe not too ethical. Some time around cp25 the heat and dehydration started getting to me, I was starting to feel pretty bad. Not wanting to admit it, I tried to drink as much as I could and pushed on.

We came across another lake cove that we would need to go around in order to reach cp24 or any of the other cps. I was hurting bad at this point and I knew Captain Ahab could see it. We looked at the cove and Captain Ahab said that it can’t be too deep and its only 50 foot across, we can wade it. My thoughts were no way, that’s stupid, this sucks, I quit. So I watched him wade out 10 feet then he had to swim the rest. My head sunk, I have to follow him, and everyone would be mad if I left him alone in the woods. Obviously I was delusional at that point. I put everything that could get damaged by water in my dry bag, and followed Captain Ahab across. We made it and saved a lot of bushwhacking. Cp24 should be just up the shoreline and around the point, but we found another cove along our route that we decided to swim as well. Cp24 punched. We headed due west up a little ridge and back down to the lake. I had begun to feel much better, my energy was coming back, my sense of direction felt clearer. I think that the cool water reduced my body temperature. I told Captain Ahab that I was back. On the way to cp20 (aka cp15) swam our third cove, which was so much easier than trying to go around. Then, just to make sure we were wet enough, it started raining. After cp20, we found a nice trail heading south and it took us to a road which allowed us to find a field and head west toward cp23. It stopped raining as we approached cp23, which was in a reentrant junction and had a trail leading right down to it. When it rained, the temperature dropped what felt like 50 degrees and I started to get cold. Shortly after it stopped, the sun came out and warmed us just enough. We then headed south, crossed the road and found cp26 about 100 yards in. Then we went back to the road and headed west, we knew our bikes were at the end of this road, but we had to get 2 more cps before we could get them. We went about 200 yards than headed northwest into the field where we came across 2 other teams, one being the “runners”. Captain Ahab and I located cp22 that was in a reentrant before the other teams, but due to the heavy undergrowth, we could not get there before them. Punched it and headed north to cp19, formally known as cp14. We bush wacked almost all the way to it. I nailed the cp, but it was a rough trek. With cp19 down, we saw a trail just to the west of us that headed south, which we followed until it headed west. Here we found a small creek that went the direction we wanted. I was in the lead and was jumping rock to rock, when Captain Ahab said “Are you seriously avoiding the water?” I just shrugged and started splashing my way toward the bikes. The creek took us to a clearing where we headed south southwest and hit the road. Once on the road we had about 300-400 yards to the bikes. Morale was definetly improving. Cp27 down.

3:10 on the trek, which was not great, but of the teams that got all the cp’s the average is around 2:45, so not terrible. I want to know the course team Tiny Trail Ninjas took to clear it in 1:31; that is impressive.

As we got to our bikes and biking gear, the “runners” were on their way out, we just could not stay ahead of them, at least not on foot. We got our gear together and grabbed another bottle of water and were off to cp28, about 4.4 miles away. We saw several other teams reaching the road on foot as we rode and shared a few words of encouragement with each of them. “Good job, you’re almost to the bikes”. We were back in, rather in our element, bikes. We were determined to make up time and pass a few teams. We followed the road we were on until we got to county road J. There we saw 2 teams, one being the “runners”. We stayed on their tail for just a minute and the road started going up, so we passed both of them. I was in the lead and a few minutes later called back, “How far back are they?” Captain Ahab replied “don’t see them.” We were feeling good as we approached cp28. CP28 punched and we were given MAP4. We were biking all the way back to the finish at race; HQ, but had 5 more cps. The rain had closed all the single track to bikes, so we had to ride the paved trails as close as we could to our cp and hoof it the rest of the way. Cp29, aka cp4 was next. We took the path and dropped our bikes and bush wacked down to the cp. The hard part was getting back to the bikes, which cost us a minute or 2. Back on the bikes we headed south stopped almost on top of cp20. The trail looped around and headed northeast. Cp31, aka cp3 was about 25 feet off the paved trail. We are making good time. We then headed toward cp32, aka cp1. They sure liked recycling their cps. At cp32 we had to drop our bikes and cross a field and drop into a reentrant to get our punch. Done. On to our final control, cp33. Back on our bikes and back on the move. Again we dropped our bikes trailside and hiked in about 100 feet in, we punched cp33. We sprinted back, at least we attempted to in water logged bike shoes. We jumped on our bikes and headed to the finish. Captain Ahab was in the lead and called back “How far?” I replied “less than half a mile”. A minute later we saw the finish and heard the clanging of the cow bells which welcomes every racer back. Captain Ahab and I crossed the finished with a total time of 8:43:29.The first place team finished in 5:54:55. We were almost 3 hours behind them. Still we finished 14th out of 46 teams and 5th out of 21 teams in our division, 2 person male. Looking back, I see several mistakes that cost us time and energy. Just by correcting a few navigation errors, I think we could have moved up to 12th pretty easily. If we were in just a little better shape, we could have shaved off more time. With all that being said, I was happy the race was over and pretty happy with our results. I had told Captain Ahab when I started racing “I’m not doing this to compete; that is until we are able to compete, then it will be about competing.” I think we are approaching the point where we can compete.