"chickens are roostin' in the willow trees" Gage 18 rising to 20

A young engineer intern interview candidate said - "playing baseball in the flood...with a bridge, that's a joke right?"  Old engineer says.."Ummm...no." New hire to be issued hip waders upon reporting to duty.

rim2rim2rim part 3 - decisions, decisions

When we last left them, our heroes were clinging to the edge of cliffs carved from the north Kaibab Trail, trying to decide if it was time to turn around, or time to push onward.  Photo at left is typical...ledge carved from rock face, slight slope to the edge for drainage.

We met a man coming down the trail looking a bit haggard.  He had a water bottle and shorts and long sleeves, not much else.  Had previously seen him and companions at Phantom Ranch.  They came down South Kaibab, we came longer down South Bright Angel.

We showed him our map, and helped figure he was about a mile from the north rim summit.  He had been another half mile up the trail, and had found it dangerous with about 18 inches of snow.  D and I looked at each other, not wanting to say what we were thinking.  One more turn, just one more switch back. The man went on, following his companions.  They had separated, one by one on the trail, unsupported in the back country.

We rounded one more switchback.  Looked up at the snow, at the green trees above and the trail far below.  She said that the ice crossings had really scared her.  I said the same. And with that, we turned around at 12:40 pm, about 1 mile short and 1000 ft below our goal.

Another hour slog through the snow at least, with the chance of slip and fall?  Add three hrs to trip? A mid-night return?  An over-night stay at Phantom Ranch?  We were traveling heavy enough for an overnight, but feared for the worry of small children and spouses.  Time to give up for this trip, time to come home safe to loved ones.

Did I forget to mention it topped 80 degrees in the canyon by mid-afternoon?

We did 95% of rim2rim2rim...about 45 miles or so by best reckoning.  We could have gone faster, could have lingered less, talked less, taken fewer pictures.  And then we would have enjoyed it less. Running is a stress reliever, not a stress creator.

But the decision was not entirely our own...children and spouses waiting vs. our sense of adventure, tempered by safety.  How badly stumbling at 21 hrs finish vs. 18 hrs.  Some quick math told me we would be finishing in the dark...around 9 pm.

Not as talkative on the return trip.  Staying within ourselves more, but still talkative.  Stopped to filter water again at some of the ice crossings.  Saw two women coming up trail out of Phantom Ranch.  They had poles and crampons.  While we clung on hands and knees to the ice and flowing water, one by one they boldly stepped past us on the precipice edge.  D watched as one of the ladies lost her balance for a moment, flailed a bit over the precipice, and then recovered.  They pushed on towards the north, we resumed our downhill jog to the south.  Later D said that little dance was quite frightening.

All the water points were indeed shut off on the north rim.  About one bottle of water, 20 ounces, for each of us for every hour. 18 x 20 oz = 360 oz....almost 3 gals of water.  24 lbs of water...and we were carrying 10 lbs of pack each.  So we filtered water where we needed, filled bottles at Phantom Ranch. 

We made Phantom Ranch about 4:30 pm, lingering for a bit as we used restrooms and reclaimed our stashed food packages from the rocks.  The little store was closed at 4 pm, so it was water and our own supplies.

We ran into the group of men who had turned also before reaching the north rim.  They asked us if we had seen the third member of their party.  We said no, we never passed him.  They were a bit frantic, but eventually decided he must of climbed out on his own...3-4 hours of slogging without water resupply solo.  Sunset was around 7 pm, with twilight lasting until 7:30.  Afterwards, darkness and silence covered the valley.

Continued our all day ritual...constantly sipping water, stopping for food every hour, nibbling on food and water between.  Four hours of climbing....non-stop.  She wanted to go faster, faster up South Kaibab trail. D is strong. Interestingly, we never did see much of the spectacle, higher elevations of the south rim.  We started and finished in the dark.  Hands holding on the near cliff face, not really wanting to consider  the consequences of a stumble or fall.  Glad for the limited beam of the headlamp.

We came out around 9 pm, just as we were finishing the last of our water.  I stumbled once or twice, growing tired.  A mid-night return probably would have had more stumbles.

The right choice...to turn early?  In hindsight...yes. We came with a plan, a plan to turn at a certain point regardless of distance.  Snow and ice always possible during spring crossings.  Shoe screws....no crampons or poles a deliberate choice. A deliberate compromise...trading traction for weight.  Every ounce carried slowed us down.  Probably carried twice the food and supplies....map, first aid, lighter, headlamps, space blankets...that we needed for a single day outing.  But we came back un-hurt.  Did not ever find out about the other hiker, the one who must have left alone.  A night below freezing in the canyon would probably not be fatal, but would probably have been very un-comfortable for him. 

It is damn hard to follow the plan, to turn short of a goal so close.  But to do so is to be able to hike, run in the back country another day.  Emergencies in the back country can be fatal.  We could not push the envelop to close.  A controlled race is one thing, an unsupported, unsanctioned and quite frankly discouraged hike another.

Learned things about my friend. Don't underestimate the strength and caution of the well conditioned female. Combined with the push of the male part of the duo, it is a good combination. Trust in the prep, trust in the training, but most of all trust in your friend.  To do this alone is foolhardy. To do it well prepared and in company...exciting but probably not more dangerous than the car trip to the canyon itself.

Sunset panorama...South Kaibab Trail...about EL 3500 ft

Namaste Danelle.  Another day.  More adventures await.  Glad to have shared it with you.  Your strength inspires.

-Larry

potowatami trail run 2011 - mud, mud and more mud

Went with good friend B to 50 mile race in Pekin, Illinois.  Potowatami Trail run, formerly known as McNaughton Park run.  Still the same spot, but now under new management.  In his second year as race director, Rich Skocaj put together an excellent event.  Well supported, well stocked aid stations, plenty of  good food at the end.  Peanut butter filled pretzels, salted potato wedges the best!

I was all set to run 2 or 3 loops to support.  Have a half marathon in 3 weeks at Illinois. Did not taper.  I got to the packet pickup and pasta dinner.  And then...the race director said 50 mile finishers got a "nice belt buckle."  I am a sucker for a buckle.  Asked B if she minded if I went the whole 50 miles.  She shook her head, said she would not complain.

Got up the next morning after a stay at my sister's place nearby.  Weatherbug app on said rain to the south, but friend on FB said she woke up to thunderstorms.  Hmmm.  Stepped outside into rain.  I love rain.  Drove to the race in pouring down storm, thunder and lightning.  Yippee.  B is optimistic, as she always does ultras in the rain.

Started the race in the mud with jacket and Moebens.  Rapidly shed jacket and then sleeves in the heat and humidity.  Mud, mud and more mud.  Inches and inches of sucking, oozing mud.  Up the hills bad, down the hills worse.  No run, except on the rare flat.

Friend Scott joined us at lap 3 start, and the sun began to peek through the clouds, drying up the mud slowly.  Felt good, decided to "drive on." B looked and sounded great. Change shirt and shoes and socks.  Loop three start was perfect...until it started to get hot.  High humidity, high temps in the 80's.  Slight breeze from time to time.

Met two women from Iowa City, new to ultras with great hopes and dream.  Talked of yoga practice, of embracing the discomfort, of no comparison, no competition.  In the middle of a race all about competition.  For the most part....competition with the self.

Positive talk, good company. Despite seeming a solo activity, have found the social part the most motivating.  B is a great friend, and her positive energy and the constant banter helps me embrace the discomfort, become one with it.  From the race web site.


"... comparing the high altitude, long climbs of the Western mountains to McNaughton hills is like comparing being eaten by a shark vs. being eaten by a 1000 piranhas ... both are unpleasant ... just in different ways."


-Larry


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