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Ultramarathon #134 | Habanero #04 | Year-to-Date Ultra #04
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| "the reason" |
A place for my adventures and race reports as I continue to push my limits in ultrarunning.
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| "the reason" |
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| Colorado bound. |
I had to interrupt our bi-annual California family trip, yet again, and make a side quest out to Colorado to get some true mountain time in. I mean yes, I really had to. As the saying goes the Mountains are calling and I must go. It rings true to me as I do love the mountain scene! Leaving from the West Coast I hopped into a rental car (a Honda Civic) and started my way inland towards the Rocky Mountains. After the 15-hour drive time I arrived in Buena Vista, Colorado the evening before race check-in and race meeting. I got some rest and then decided to make the most of my trip into the Collegiate Mountains area and drove out to Denny Creek Trailhead which was the start of the Mount Yale summit trail. I spent a nice 3.5 hours hike up and jog down to bag my first 14er. It was an awesome day just enjoying the mountains and seasoning my quads for the following day(s). A nice little creek dip at the trailhead near my parked car to cool of my legs, and then I headed back into town and complete my race check-in process. After the race meeting, I finally found a local restaurant that was not too crazy compared to the rest in the overrun town (due to the race crowds). I sat down for large burger, fries, and nice cold NA Beer then it was off to the cozy seat of my rental for some rest.
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| Pre-race portrait Photo: Mile90 Photography | Rick Mayo |
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| The Start Photo: Mile90 Photography | Kristi Mayo |
The first 2.5Mi was on pavement down from the ranch, which sat up on a plateau down through the Chalk Creek area and hot springs. Emerging past the housing you hopped onto a gravel dirt forest road for another 1Mi until we arrived at the Colorado Trail (CT) where the ascending began. Having done this course before I recalled the initial looooong climb, however I was mistaken on where it was. I kept expecting to come around the corner and recognize the climb I had recalled in my mind, but it never showed up (at least not yet). I just cruised in a nice train of about 7 of us runners as I kept to the back and paced off their effort which was a nice easy start to the day. Just shade after 7 Miles we arrived into Raspberry Gulch, which was the first aid station. Lots of friendly volunteers there with a high vibe still. I topped up water and then continued on.
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| Photo: Mile90 Photography | Rick Mayo |
Not too fat after leaving the aid station I came to some familiar trail that I knew was the beginning of that long 7 Mi climb I had been recollecting in my mind. "I knew it was at the start of the race!" I noted to myself. This was the long grind up Antero Pass, which we passed just below the 14er summit of Antero and crested above 13,100' ourselves. This was the high point of the race and provided great views up there. Crossing over the pass was followed by a long descent broken up by the second aid station. It was a real quad crusher to continue for about 10km all the way down to this next low point.
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| Cresting Antero Pass (~14Mi). Photo: Mile90 Photography | Jordan Chapell |
The next section was the iconic cresting of Law's Pass and down Popular Gulch Trail to the Cottonwood road and aid station. This is the only out & back section of the course, so it was ~3Mi up followed by 3Mi down. You then got checked in at the aid station and turned around to do this 6Mi again back to the main HiLo loop. This was the time in the race I got to experience a bit of adverse weather. The clouds came in early and slight thunderstorms were approaching. It was still warm out, so the combination of approaching rain and the heat caused humidity to rise. As I got higher up on the Law's Pass it started to rain as the clouds surrounded the area. It was a nice refreshing light cooling rain mist at first as I crested up and over the first time. The rain picked up a little as I ran down towards the Cottonwood aid station at the bottom. Since it was the only out & back I started passing all the faster leaders on their way back again. Arriving at the bottom (i.e. the Cottonwood AS) it was really raining now. I got some fluids and fuel there underneath the aid station tents attempting to stay dry. Before leaving was a mandatory Divide gear check and so I had to unpack and show everything before leaving. Since I was already doing this, I put on my rabbit Treeline rain jacket before heading out on the trail. The rain continued heavier as I climbed back up Law's Pass, again this time from the backside. The trail even began to have slightly running water in some of the rutted-out spots. By the time I got back to crossing the Pass it was somewhat clear at the top again. I had climbed through the cloud, because I could see from the top the other side of the mountain was clouded in below.
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| Descending from Law's Pass (~35Mi). The clouds are fully parted here just barley below the Pass. Photo: Mile90 Photography | Kristi Mayo |
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| 2 Moose were hanging around Tin Cup AS. Photo: Mile90 Photography | Kristi Mayo |
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| Entering the Continental Divide Trail (CDT). |
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| Full rainbow. Photo: Mile90 Photography | Jordan Chapell |
The CDT took us into some of the most remote areas of the course which provided amazing views and scenery of the surrounding mountains. Here in these longer remote sections then night came after passing through Hancock (which marks the halfway point).
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| Up and over Chalk Creek Pass. |
The night provided nice cool temperatures but never really got too cold even at the higher Colorado elevations. A brief stop at Lost Wonder Hut was a nice break as I was passing and being passed by fellow runners in the nighttime hours. A long trek to the last big landmark on the course, Monarch Pass, was next on the route. Passing through the high ridgeline at night I passed the makeshift aid station (Purgatory) in the middle of this section at the leading edge of the Monarch Ski Area. From there following the Ski Resort roads and trails lead me to the large main aid station at Monarch Pass right on Highway US-50. This had to be the biggest aid station of the course, easily accessible so the vibe was upbeat even for the wee hours of the night, errrr morning now at this point in my race. 70 Miles now complete. Only 30% of the race remain which is the equivalent to basically a 50 km distance left between me and the finish line. The sleepies were trying to catch me since I was entering the witching hour, as some call it, which is the point of circadian rhythm associated with highest Melatonin level and the lower Cortisol levels.
Managing through those last couple hours of night and into the first hour or so of sun up was the hardest part for me this go around. I really fought to stay awake and keep moving efficiently. My paced had slowed considerably, but at least my direction was...well...forward. After the sun crested over the mountains the heat of the day really started rising here on the second day. It was already warmer than the mid 60s from the fist day. In fact, I think overall it got up into the high 80s or perhaps even 90s (ambient wise) by the time the final cutoff rolled around. This made it challenging for the majority of people as the mid-pack in this race is between those 28-34 hour times, and of course even perhaps more grueling for the very back of the packers whom put up with everything, having the most grit of all, and coming in for that sub 37 hour official cutoffs.
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| Second Day. Mile90 Photography | Jordan Chapell |
Glancing at my watch I knew there was now well under 10 Miles to go and so I knew it was just a couple more hours of grinding through the forest back towards the Chalk Creek area and into the finish line back on the ranch. I kept my running pace up pretty good as I was chasing a female runner and her pacer for a good part of this section trying to keep pace. I had given up the fact on my goal times this go around and was now just focused on my ultimate goal of finishing and getting that buckle.
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| The final climb up Rodeo Road. |
Running up that last hill coming out of the Chalk Creek hot springs area seemed like a daunting task at the time, but in reality it was only a couple hundred feet and less than 1 Mile to the finish. However, being the very end of the race, on the pavement with cars passing by, and in the heat of the day it was not the most pleasant way to "run it in" but heh that is part of the deal here.
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| My 2nd HiLo finish. Photo: Mile90 Photography | Kristi Mayo |
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| Finish Line vibes for my 51st 100+ Miler overall! Photo: Mile90 Photography | Kristi Mayo |
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| Photo: Mountain Outpost Livestream (via YouTube) |
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| LAWS Whiskey House HiLo Special Edition Bourdon & Finisher 2X Buckle. There is only one way to earn both of these! |
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| Ultrarunning sock tan! |
| Hanging out with friend Dena Carr at the finish line after getting our LAWS Whiskey. Photo: Frank Carr. |
I have always had the thought of running the Lone Star full trail since I have moved to the Houston area and learned of the trail. I have done a few runs in the area, scouted and done recce on most portions of the actual trail itself. The idea has been in my head for a few years - Wish Upon a Lone Star.
Regina Massingill, a fellow HATR (Houston Area Trail Runner), had ambitions of putting on this fat ass style, loosely organized race/run on the Lone Star Hiking Trail. She was on top of it, made it legit and even had a website full of information and created the event into Ultrasignup - perhaps it was not so fat ass after all - more of a minimal supported run.
About one third of us runners opted to park at the finish line (i.e. TH#15 just outside of Clevland, TX) and took the shuttle van ride to the start line - which was so thoughtfully & logistically lined up by Regina. I hopped in with Andrew Marvin who was tagging along the shuttle van in his truck, so I decided to keep him company on the early morning ride. We chatted and caught up as I had not seen him for a couple months.
Arriving at Trailhead #01 just outside Richards, TX on Forest Service Road 219, seemingly in the middle of the woods it was a perfect clear morning. The air was crisp with a tiny chill (for South Texas) in the pre-sunrise air. I checked in with Regina and ensured I was accounted for and acquired my bib for the day.The pre-race babble was yelled out by Regina from the tailgate of her truck, about 6 minutes before the hour. The group of 25 LSHT runners then lined up behind the Trailhead sign, and we were sent off in the last remaining darkness of the morning.
I was near the front chasing my fellow runner Nick Petterson, who is much faster than me. I knew he'd be out on a 15-16 hour pace most likely so I did not even toy with the idea of trying to keep pace with him even early on. I ran my own comfortable pace which put me at least in sight of Nick and one other runner. Soon the 2 of them in front of me disappeared into the woods and only a brief dot glimpse from their headlights was visible through the wooded forest.
Soon the sunrise started peaking through the trees as I found myself loosing complete touch with the 2 runners in front. Then I emerged to a parking lot and was greeted by Andrew Marvin, whom was there by the first water drop point and cheering people on as he recorded some IG stories to post. As I was refilling my water bottles and taking off my wind jacket, I was caught, and subsequently passed, by the lead female (Kelly Swanson) who did not stop barely at all.
Now running in fourth overall, I took off across the FTM-219 road and back into the woods. I was running comfortably at my pace now in my sleeveless rabbit shirt as the warmth of the day was sneaking up on us. Somewhere between here and Stubblefield there was the second water drop where I was supposed to grab my sticker for my bib. I literally never recall seeing the water jugs or cooler but apparently it was there somewhere. I did run past a couple of hikers and a few fisherman as I came near the lake approaching the Stubblefield campground.
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| Stubblefield Campground bridge Mile 19.5 Photo: Andrew Marvin |
I arrived and passed through the campground still in the early morning hours as some campers were up and roaming around. I was looking for the next water as I knew it was going to be here somewhere and then as I turned the corner to cross the bridge and there was Regina and her mom along with Andrew there at her truck handing out ice and assisting to fill up my water. A brief chat and some fresh hydration and I was back heading across the bridge and on my way.
The next 2 sections went by fairly quickly and relatively uneventful from how I recall. A boring run up (or down) Ball Lane for 1.5 Miles was the first real road section of many to come on this adventure today. The sun was slowly heating up the air but lucky the large trees kept everything shaded still as this time of day. Passing by Huntsville Park and emerging near the spillway of Camelia Lake at Mile 32. A couple more miles and I found myself coming out of the woods back into the busyness of Texas traffic at Trailhead #07 which is right by I-45 (& just down from the Sam Houston statue). Another cooler and water drop was here and I for sure had my fill again as the temperature kept rising along with my thirst. Another runner came up from behind and met me as I was getting my fill of drink. He left slightly before me but I took off not long after and started chasing his down the frontage road of I-45.
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| Leaving Trailhead#07 adjacent to I-45 |
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| Mile 48.25 a marker indicating the halfway point. |
I told him about the special freezie pops, but he was not interested. I could tell he was not having the best of times either, much like me in the heat of the day at the time, but then a car pulled up on the Forest Service road. He said "have a good rest of your run" and proceeded to get into the car, which he clearly had prearranged for a pickup. I guess his day was over there around Mile 54.
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I sat and enjoyed my freezies for a good while here and drank an enormous amount of water to rehydrate myself again. I had been conserving my 2 soft flasks on the water down the last section but it left me a little dehydrated in the meantime. This was my longest break of the run for sure, as I sat here in the dirt by the cooler for a good 15 minutes, maybe slightly more - but it was worth it and needed at the time.
Refreshed, rehydrated, and still a little in disbelief of witnessing of what could only be termed an elusive DNF extract operation, I continued on my run as I knew the sunset was now getting closer. A few more trail Miles and I emerged from the Big Woods section at Trailhead #09 Mile 62.5. What lie ahead of me now was a long road section (even though it was only like 5.5 Miles - seemed like forever).
Back into the woods at Trailhead #10, Mile 67.5, I knew the San Jacinto river crossing was not far ahead of me now. Darkness was now a full reality of my ultramarathon and I had both my headamp and waistlamp out working my way towards the river anticipating what might await me. I had no intel on whether it was going to be super low, wait deep, or somewhere in between...I could only use my imagination at this point.
I recognized the sign and crossing as I came upon it even in the dark (plus the mileage gave it away, since I remembered where it was). I got to the edge of the river bank and starred across the 40-50 foot gap with my lights peering and searching for a crossing point or an obvious narrow point to wade across. To my left there was a point between the trees where there was a rope tied to the trees to aid in lower yourself down the river bank. This was the spot...and there was a semi-submerged large tree there that appeared to be the crossing. I carefully lowered myself down and slowly took the large step over to the log and steadied myself as my feet were booth ankle deep in the water, but solidly on the tree trunk just below the surface. I slowly walked across the tree and made my way to the eastside bank of the river and scrambled my way up the steep bank and back onto the main trail once again following the LSHT blazes on the trees.
With only about a marathon to go it was only a matter of time now. The remainder of the run was all through the woods as the road sections were behind me now. The long hours of the night behind me and the wee morning hours were my enemy now. I kept pushing trying to keep moving at a decent run/walk interval pace to keep my momentum. The trailheads are all a little closer on the east side of the Lone Star Trail so ticking by them one-by-one was a nice physical countdown as I worked my way towards the final Trailhead #15 and the east terminus. I emerged out of the woods as I saw a couple lights shimmering through the trees. It was some of the parked vehicles in the lot. Regina was there awaiting me at the finish [napping?] in her chair wrapped up in a blanket staying warm, but sprung up as soon as she heard me running in. She congratulated me and presented me with my new buckle. This is where I had learned that people had dropped out in front of me and I was actually the second finisher. This was a pleasant surprise to me.
I sat down on the parking lot wooden fence and chatted with Regina and her mom for a bit as I recollected my run and shared some stories about the day. I thanked her for the organization and putting on this event as I had always eyed being able to run the LSHT at one go, and this was the push I needed to get it done. I'll be back someday for sure.
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| Regina Massingill (Ava's Trails RD) presenting me at the Trailhead#15 finish with my buckle. Photo: Regina's mom. |
Thank you Regina for a great "race" and supporting us runners across the LSHT through the woods.
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| the numbered stickers were our "checkpoints" |