Sam's Last Stand

A Trek on the Lone Star Hiking Trail

Ultramarathon #132

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.

Section 01 - Wilderness | 0.0 - 8.7 | TH#1 (West terminus), TH#2

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.

Section 02 - Kelly | 8.7 - 15.8 | TH#3

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.

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. 

Section 03 - Stubblefield | 15.8 - 28.7 | TH#6 Bath Rd, Ball Rd, Cotton Creek Cem Rd
Section 04 - Huntsville | 28.7 - 35.0 | TH#7

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.

Section 05 - Phelps | 35.0 - 45.0 | I-45, Park Rd 40, Evelyn Lane, FM2296, Four Notch Rd, TH#8

Leaving Trailhead#07 adjacent to I-45

This was a large section of road now and the "busy" section of traffic as the LSHT went from the woods of TH#7 and crossed under the freeway which equated to about 2 full road miles before finding the next entrance back into the woods for a few smooth shaded miles in the trees. The LSHT came back out to the road and it was 3 more Miles from here down to Trailhead #08, Four Notch Camp.  

Section 06 - Four Notch | 45.0 - 51.7 | FS200, FS207

Mile 48.25 a marker indicating the halfway point.

It was now the peak hours of the afternoon and my quench for liquids was confirming this fact. In this section I had a runner (bib #05, I think) come up from behind me and pass me. Not long after I passed him back. We traded positions a couple times. After the long straight stretch down the Forest Service 207 I arrived at the cooler and next water break. This one was extra special as I read a taped message on a secondary cooler, saying "frozen pops for the runners". What a nice treat! By the time I was on my 2nd freezie the other runner came up and sat down in the dirt on the trial next where I was sitting at this intersection.

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. 

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.

Section 07 - Big Woods | 54.2 - 65.0 | TH#9, John Warren Rd, TX 150, FM945
Section 08 - Magnolia | 65.0 - 73.8 | FM945, East Fork San Jacinto crossing, TH#10

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.

Section 09 - Big Creek | 73.8 - 82.5 | TH#11, TH#12
Section 10 - Tarkington | 82.5 - 90.9 | TH#13
Section 11 - Winters Bayou | 90.9 - 96.5 | TH#14, TH#15 (East terminus)

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.

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.

Results & Stats

the numbered stickers were our "checkpoints"

• 22:55:44 | 96.02 Mi (154.53 km) | 4,764 ft+ (1,452 m+)
• 2nd overall (M1)
• My 132nd ultramarathon run and my 2nd ultramarathon YTD in 2026.
• My 50th 100Mi(+) completed
• STRAVA: Sam’s Last Stand (2nd overall), LSHT; Richards, TX | Run | Strava
• UltraSignup Results: 2026 Sam's Last Stand 96 Miler - Results

Gear Used

• Lighting setup - kogalla RA Adventure Light (waistlamp) & Black Diamond Storm-R (headlamp)
• Shirt - sleeveless rabbit trail (Sensman edition)
• Shorts - rabbit 3" FKT 2.0
• Headwear - rabbit (rnnr) rabbitELITEtrail team kit
• Eyewear - goodr
• Shoes - The North Face Altamesa
• Socks - rabbit trail
• Hydration - NATHAN VaporKrar 2.0 12L race vest with x2 20oz soft flasks.
• Jacket- rabbit swish jacket (Hawks edition)
• Watch - Garmin fēnix® 6X - Pro Solar Edition
• Cell Phone - apple iPhone 16e (also with Gaia GPS app)
• Post Race- rabbit toaster jacket & rabbit EZ slides

Other LSHT Resources

• LSHT Club Maps
• LSHT Facebook Group
• Fastest Known Time: LSHT
• LSHT Maps:
• Google Map Interactive
• Gia GPS (by Regina M.)
• STRAVA Route (eastward)
• Ultrapacer

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Thanks for reading.

Next up as of now: High Lonesome 100 (2026-Jul-17)

Note: I still have ambitions of doing the LSHT "Yo-Yo" one day and set that FKT.

BB100, again.

Brazos Bend [Again]

My 5th run around the Brazos Bend State Park

It has been a few years since I have been back here as the past couple years I have taken the opportunity to have run Loup Garou (2023, 2024) since these 2 races fall on the same first weekend in December every year. With a week to go I got myself onto the waitlist for 2025 and RD Cal was nice enough to send me an entry off the waitlist and so I registered with a "whole 48 hours to go" (plenty of time). I have run Brazos Bend 100 four times prior (2017, 2018, 2019, 2021) and so I was very familiar with the event, the park, and the course. TROT (Trail Racing Over Texas / Cal Neff) always puts on first class events and so there was no logistical worry.

Just 30 minutes from my door step I took off fairly early after sleeping in my own bed. I got to the park early enough to have a prime parking spot right across from the start/finish arch and so I simply had my gear bag ready and enjoyed my hot cup of coffee my amazing wife had pre-made for me all ready in my rabbit/YETI insulated cup. It was a nice crisp December morning in Texas (high 40s/low 50s if I recall) and so the starting loop was a little cooler before the sun would come out. I chose to wear my light rabbit Elements jacket to help keep my core temperature during that first 16.65Mi loop. It worked well and did its job - also served a second purpose of keeping me from running too fast by ensuring I did not heat up & sweat. 

BB100 - The Start. Photo: Trail Racing Over Texas | JJustisPhotography

Finishing up the fist loop of the State Park brought me back to all the familiar trails I had run many times over in my previous 4 attempts. I kept my pace up and finished that first loop and was war enough to ditch my jacket and my long sleeve shirt and just go with short sleeves now that the weather was warming up. (I did keep my running gloves for the second loop just because my hands get cold fast).

Photo: Trail Racing Over Texas | JJustisPhotography

Loops 2, 3, & 4 were very solid! No real issues, no problems, just steady consistent pacing with I kept under 3.5 hours (that was my internal goal per loop). Overall, I though this was too good to be true as my legs slowly began to ache with the mileage accumulating but it was very gradual decline in my pace on the later half of the fourth loop heading into the evening dark hours. 

My grit and determination were going to be need for the last third of the race, this much I knew for sure! My interloop break was a little longer but I was enjoying some warm soup and potatoes trying to get the calories in (my ultra staples!). I brought out my special trick I have been doing lately and played some podcasts while I was out on loop 5 to keep my mind distracted. The weather slowly cooled down but it was not as cold as the morning of the start of the race. I swapped into my running vest as well which helped keep my core slightly covered so I just stuck with my short sleeve rabbitELITEtrail shirt still - no need for the long sleeves just yet. 

After my fifth loop I can in and saw my good friend Victor whom was helping out volunteering at the finish aid station. He came over and we chatted it up for a good 15 minutes while I was downing some more warm mashed potatoes. I used the time to enjoy the sit and also as a slight excuse to just relax for a little longer. I gave myself a time limit to leave at the top of the hour - which would give me 4 hours to be back for a 22 hour finish - simple right? ...right? Well loop 6 was not exactly a victory lap as I slowed and had a lot more walk breaks than I wanted. My legs were just not cooperating with what I wanted them to do. I could feel the 22 hour time slowly slip away as the loop grinded on. I got a bit sleepy as well, with my headphones out of batteries I no longer had he distraction of my podcasts, so it was just me and the sparse population of runners out there. The long out & back section of the Bluestem/Riverview trails seemed endless. Somehow the more times you run it, it feels a just a little bit longer each time.

Leaving that final aid stop and knowing "only" 4 Mi-ish was left between me and another buckle is always a great feeling! I was able to run with the high of my thoughts on the finish. Not a lot of people were awake and around but I crossed the finish line and got a few golf claps from some volunteers and crew of other runners. 

I had done it, another buckle chased and captured! I'm closing in on 50....not my age, but that is coming soon too.

Results & Stats.

#ChasingBuckles #48 = a nice new Texas-sized sub-24 hr BB100 buckle to add to the collection.

• 22:27:26 | 100.55 Mi (161.82 km) | 1,010 ft+ (308 m+)
• 33rd overall | M27
• My 130th ultramarathon run total & my 9th of 2025.
• My 48th 100Mi(+) completed
• STRAVA:  Brazos Bend 100 (33rd overall), Needville, TX | Run | Strava
• Run Signup Results: Brazos Bend 100 Results

my own nerd data MS-Excel style for my loops.

Gear Used

• Lighting setup - kogalla RA Adventure Light (waistlamp) & Nathan Sports Halo Fire (headlamp)
• Shirts - rabbit SS & LS rabbitELITEtrail team kit
• Shorts - rabbit speedsters rabbitELITEtrail team kit
• Headwear - rabbit/BOCO rabbitELITEtrail team kit
• Eyewear - TIFOSI
• Shoes - ASCIS GEL-Trabuco 11
• Socks - rabbit/rnnr
• Hydration - NATHAN 18oz insulated soft flasks (first 4 loops), & NATHAN VaporKrar 2.0 12L race vest with x2 20oz soft flasks (last 2 loops)
• Gloves- rabbit/BOCO
• Jacket- rabbit elements jacket (for the 1st loop only)
• Watch - Garmin fēnix® 6X - Pro Solar Edition
• Anti-Friction Lube - Vasoline

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Thanks for reading my race recap. 

Make sure you join a TROT event soon if ever in Texas!

Next up: Fierce Dragon H9 (2026-Jan-13) -- I think, have not registered quite yet.

The Medings Head West

My Western Time

2025 WSER | A Little Lottery & Waitlist (#37) Luck

WSER (race day)

Our 03:30 alarm goes and the blaring chimes awake myself and my wife in the small hotel room. Somehow the kids sort of stay sleep still until we start poking and prodding them to get up as we packed up the room and getting everyone down into the van for the short commute over to Palisades Tahoe. The drive was short as we managed a last minute hotel only like 5 Miles away within Tahoe City. The van was parked as we got there early enough for a decent spot close up and I headed in to check out the early morning vibes. The air was chilly (46f) as one expects in a mountain town! My Californian wife did not appreciate the “cool” air as much as I did. I wandered into a building right near the start line and discovered a long row of coffee pots the volunteers had set up for the run. I redeemed the super early morning wake up for my crew chief (i.e. wife) by bringing her a hot coffee back to the van. Finalizing my last minute checks, I eyed everything in my pack to ensure it was all there and in place. I was doing the race without drop bags so had to ensure I had everything on my person (i.e. my lighting system and batteries along with another layer of my choice). Nothing left to do but get excited now at this point. With about 25 minutes to race start the family all got out of the van this time and we headed near the start area where we did manage to find a small space in side to hang out within the large ever-growing crowd of runners, crew, and spectators.

(04:40) 20 minutes prior to Start with my daughters
Palisades Tahoe, Olympic Valley | Photo: Katie Meding

(04:53) Photo: Katie Meding

I emerged from the coziness of the building and headed to the chute of the starting area. Katie took one final photo of me at 04:53 as I got my Garmin GPS ready. A final kiss and hug to my entire crew and I placed myself into the runners behind the infamous HOKA WSER starting arch right at the base of the Escarpment. 05:00 ticked over and the gun was fired off as the hundreds of spectators yelled and cheered as everyone was now moving forward and up the ski hill. Adrenaline was flowing, people were screaming, the vibes were high! I heard my friend Chad Lasater call out and cheer me on near the start - he was there to pace another one of his ultra friends. A few hundred meters up I did manage to hear my family call out to me (I think I did…pretty sure), but did not see them directly with all the madness and chaos of just trying to stay in line and not trip over fellow runners. Phones and camera were all pointed as it seemed everyone was capturing the start in some sort of fashion in their own way. This was it, my day of running Western States was finally here and now there was nothing else to do but make my way to Auburn. 

(05:00) WSER Start up Escarpment.

The climb up the Escarpment was basically a long hike celebration where I thought about my journey to WSER and just took in the ever expanding surrounding views as I got higher up the mountain. I was very happy to be there with everything else that had been going on in our lives lately. Ultrarunning can and truly is a form of calming meditation for me in a weird way (I know other ultramarathon junkies will understand that statement). As I got higher up there was more spectators whom had made the hike up to cheer people on. Passing under a chair lift there was a large group gathered there as it appeared to be the last false summit before the very top (right?…). Here I recognized and passed a couple people on the climb. Two of my fellow  were rabbitELITEtrail teammates were there: Lauren Jones (@Lauren.runs.for.grilled.cheese) & Christopher Thomas (@burroslocos). 

(05:48) Escarpment climb | Photo: Let’s Wander Productions | Esther Ramos

I could sense the final summit with all my senses now tingling with the buzz in the air. People were screaming above. The sight of a huge group of spectators which seemed like a stadium of people standing on the rocks and forming a human-made single track up the final meters of the trail. Music was blaring and jams were pumping. The energy was intense and exciting. Another rabbitELITEtrail teammate, Adam Kimble (@adamkimble818) was there among the crowds too, although I did not spot him among the true insanity. Running through the tunnel of the screaming crowd made me feel like what I image a professional athlete in other sports might feel like in terms of reception sometimes. The entire gathering of people on the summit of the escarpment were yelling for every runner and this made it feel incredible. I got a huge number of high fives and a couple back slaps as I made the final crest of the mountain. WOW!

(05:55) summit crowds | Kevin Lara @kevinlaraphoto

It was all downhill from here to Auburn, well mostly, as this initial climb is the highest point on the Western States course at 8,694 ft+ (Watson’s Monument) just ~3.7 Mi into the journey. I recall these numbers as I glanced at my watch at the top to note to myself. Over the summit and out of the human tunnel of the crowds the trail narrowed into a true singletrack down the other side and winding down into the alpine forest of the High Country. I fell into a mini congo-line of runners and got into the groove. The scenery was beautiful and this was my happy place. A few sparse running streams and a couple patches of wet muddy trail kept me alert onto my footing. The miles flew by as a just enjoyed every step out there. We arrived into the first aid station, Lyon Ridge, at 10.3 Mi just after emerging from the Granite Chief Wilderness section. At the aid I efficiently topped off my fluids and grabbed a couple pieces of fruit and kept going. Remembering back now I think the section here between Lyon Ridge and Red Star Ridge was my favorite section of the course. It was true ridge running and the views were vast and so picturesque in the morning sunlight. 

(08:30) Red Star Ridge (15.8 Mi) | Photo: Let’s Wander Productions | Jesse Ellis

The trail continued to flow through the high country and time was just flowing by as everything seemed easy thus far as I just was running easy and joyful. Next stop was Duncan Canyon at 24.4 Mi. I came down the trail into the aid station to a crowd of spectators cheering behind a ribboned off part of the aid station. A volunteer came directly up to me as I arrived into the aid and he said “Hi my name is ___, I am your runner handler for this stop”. (I recall this from listening to WSER podcasts and such but experiencing this type of volunteer service myself was cool, and took me back for a second). He took my bottles and went off to fill them for me with the fluids I had requested while I grabbed some GUs and fruit. Next he helped me put a few ice cubes into my rabbit ice hat as the heat was now starting to make itself known with the ever rising sun. I figured I better get onboard with the topical cooling now and stay ahead of things. I did not stay long here as the cheers gave me another boost of energy to continue running out on. I took off descending into the forest and onwards heading towards Robinson and what is known as the end of the High Country portion of the WSER course. 

My #MedingCrew was another draw pulling me towards Robinson as well as the joy of the High Country miles. My family was planning on being there as their first stop as my support. I knew I was close to the mileage looking at my watch and then you would see a volunteer sitting there on the side of the trail taking your number and radioing back into the main aid station to prepare drop bags and simply warn them of whom was coming in. Again such volunteer organization and the structure of the way it seemed to function like a well-oiled machine was something to experience. The 3:1 (volunteer:runner) ratio is real and so unique from anything I have experienced thus far, in all my prior 125 ultramarathons to this point. The legends of WSER lore seemed to be true. With the ribbons and signs of the aid in sight I started looking for my kids and they saw and were cheering for me before I spotted them. My face lite up with a huge smile seeing all 5 of my young daughters there along with my wife supporting me on this journey. What a day couldn’t be better to share this with them. I handed off my bottles and got some food from the aid table before joining my family over on a nice flatfish rock they claimed as my chair. I got hugs and stories from all my kids as I took the time to take off my shoes and shake out some dirt and grit out of my socks and whatnot. Not crucial but again this was proactive part of trying to keep my feet in good order as there was still two thirds of the run ahead. A cold can of coke and melted popsicle was also on the menu. Spent a few minutes  to chat with the family and enjoy the meet up before refilling my rabbit Ice RAD-dana and running onwards. At this point I was right on with the 24:00 hour WSER splits. So far so good.

(11:30) Crew stop at Robinson Flat (30.3 Mi) | Photo: unknown

Enjoy first of many cold cokes out there.

A short run downhill to Miller’s Defeat (34.4 Mi) for a water refill and downward to Dusty Corners (38.0 Mi). The trail system was now full more of double wide jeep forest roads and more of the “California carpet” smooth trails as we slowly lost elevation and now we getting below 6,000 ft+ and dropping making my way to the canyons. I was still feeling good and not getting too hot even though the ambient temperature was high. These miles between Robinson all the way to Last Chance (43.3 Mi) all seemed to blend together thinking back now. I seem to remember it as one section until I got into Last Chance. Running into the aid station here I saw another familiar face, rabbitELITEtrail teammate Mandie Holmes. She was there as a volunteer and tasked as one of the aid stations runner handlers. She saw me coming in and since we were “twinning” (both wearing our rabbit team kit) she came over and got my bottles and started to help me out. The heat was now noticeable even under the shade of the tall pines but I was not hot per say. As I got my ice refilled and sorted in my RAD-dana, Mandie filled me in and gave her advice and detailed where to get wet at the bottom of the canyon. I thanked Mandie as I headed out towards the first canyon of the infamous WSER middle canyon section. It was time to put my South Texas heat adaptation to the test. 

Last Chance aid assist with teammate (43.3 Mi) | Photo: Mandie Holmes @runningmandie
(https://www.instagram.com/p/DLiAeA0xt2g/?igsh=dnp3aWwxbTVwNXRp)

The descent leaving Last Chance was gentle at first and then bombed down steeply into the canyon towards the river at the bottom. I was passed by a couple runners on the way down but was going at good clip (for me). Once the river was in sight I noticed both runners in front of me take a side trail down to the water to get wet and soak in the river itself. I trusted Mandie’s recommendation and continued over the bridge and sure enough about quarter mile up the trail there was a tiny stream that formed a small “hot tub” sized pond right next to the trail. I dipped in here quick and ensuring to soak my RAD-dana and hat as my priority. It was only maybe 20 seconds or so but then I started up the other side of the canyon with just under 2 Miles to go until the top of Devil’s Thumb and the next aid. You hear people talk about this climb all the time in WSER podcasts and articles and so I knew this was going to be a grind, especially in the heat of the day and on the more exposed portions at the upper section. Up the countless switchbacks and switching between starring at my feet and taking the time to look around at the views that surrounded I made my way slowly up the steep Devil’s Thumb climb. I was slower than a lot of people and allowed multiple runners pass me on the way up. I did not let this bother me though and just kept moving forward albeit slow. Finally the sound of bells and yells were heard of runners being greeted into the aid station above me: I was close. I trudged into the aid station and found myself my first true chair sit of the day (beside the rock I used at Robinson). There was an awesome volunteer there whom came up to myself and another runner explaining how we can not sit too long. He was explaining how he had been part of the race since 1978. The guy was maybe in his 70s or so if I had to guesss and had a great attitude. Looking up at him after sipping my cold coke-cola I noticed he had a temper tattoo directly in the middle of his forehead. I squinted a bit and read it: “BEWARE OF THE CHAIR”. This dude is my kind of person, a true OG ultrarunner. I can only imagine how many people he managed to get out of the chair there at Devil’s Thumb over the course of his volunteer hours that day. After finishing off my coke and enjoying the banter about sitting I got up and started my way down the trail yet again. Onto the next canyon.

Another steep descent down into El Dorado Creek aid station (52.9 Mi) where it was located at the bottom. I topped up my fluids and had another coke (I think). This aid station is run by the WSER famous Tim Twietmeyer (5-time winner & 25-time finisher) which was pretty cool. I let this aid station and tackled the next climb up and out of this canyon heading to Michigan Bluff now. I was super excited to get there as this was the second planned crew stop for me where my family was scheduled to meet up with me. I did have a bit of a sore left foot now as my usual right heel blister started to flare up. I get the blister in the same spot every time when there is a lot of downhill running in 100s, something about the rubbing of the descents causes it flare up and I am at the point when I can detect this without ever taking off my shoes. So the second reason to get to the aid station was to also get this taken care of before heading into the second half of the run. 

Kevin Lara @kevinlaraphoto

I saw signs of civilization as I got closer to Michigan Bluff. Then I heard the announcement of runner arriving into the aid station ahead of me and all of sudden I got super excited again to see my family/crew. I ran down the road into the aid station as the announcer (Victor Ballesteros @victorysportdesign) announced me in. I was looking forward to this as Victor had sent me well wishing ahead of time via a DM. Victor is the owner and creator the Victory Sportdesign gear drop bags and I used to be on his Elite team as a brand ambassador before it was dissolved. This was the first time meeting Victor in person so it was very cool and appropriate to meet him here at the aid station where he volunteers every year helping out runners. I gave Victor a hug as soon as I recognized it was him announcing then headed over to my cheer squad as my family was there as well awaiting me.

(15:51) arriving into Michigan Bluff (55.7 Mi)
Photo: Kelly Force @kelj99 - a former Sugar Land, TX resident whom recognized us

Some foot care was the first order of business here at Michigan Bluff. My little crew members helped out by getting me some fluids and another cold coke-cola as I propped my feet up in the superb med tent setup. (We were told in the runner’s race brief this aid station is known for their foot care as most runners have issues here after the canyons and so they were all set up and ready). They fixed up my heel blister and also put a preventative padding on my left foot.

(18:07) foot care top notch pit crew at Michigan Bluff (55.7 Mi) | Photo: Katie Meding

This stop was longer than expected but I got in some calories by eating some warm ramen soup and a few other things so my time was not fully wasted. Although my 24 hour pace time was slowly slipping its was still within reach at this point. My daughters were all excited to see me and were sharing their fun parts of their day(s) so far. I enjoyed the banter and it provided huge amount of positive energy. I thanked Katie again so being there and being such a huge support as I headed off for the next 10 km until I would see them again one last time before nightfall. This section was a fast runners dream of a mix of dirt and paved roads all the way into Foresthill. Sadly I was not a fast runner at this point into my day but I kept the forward momentum. I remember the last long road climb uphill past a welcoming sign into Foresthill as the edge of the town emerged. I recognized the trail running beside the road from the prior years WSER livestreams, so I knew I was super close. Many people were out in their chairs and sitting by their cars cheering on runners as we ran by down to the aid station. The Western States vibes were still out in full force for us mid-packers which was cool to experience 100 km into the run. I passed through the actual checkpoint of the aid station and my two oldest kids were there on the far side awaiting me. I did not need any more solid food at this point so I followed them over to a bench where the rest of my family was waiting. I sat down again and greeted everyone just simply being glad to be there and sharing this moment with them. They all seemed stoked as well it was late in the day (recall we all got up prior to 04:00 this morning). 

(20:01) brushing my teeth, chatting with kids, hanging with family at Foresthill (62.0 Mi)

Photo: unknown

The canyons and the daylight was now behind me. I dawned my kogalla waistlamp and Nathan headlight and got ready for the infamous runnable “Cal-street” section. My quads were pulsating at this point after I stood back up but the energy I received from my family overcame that feeling. I gave all my girls hugs and kisses goodnight and told them all I could not wait to see them in the morning at Auburn. 

Running out of Foresthill I followed the WSER signage through the rest of town and to the trails. The California carpet of Cal-street was here, but could I run this downhill section(s). I tried to keep a descent pace where my quads would not feel like exploding. The first 3.5 Mi to Cal-1 (Dardanelles 65.7 Mi) flew by as the trail winded downhill and along the hillside. The sun had fully faded behind the mountains now. Then something slipped at the aid station as I left. Cal-1. No real reason of explanation but not far out of aid station I started walking and was unable to run. What happened? Why was this bonk occurring now after feeling completely fine moments ago? What is going on? I had tried to run but my legs would not cooperate. I struggled the entire 5.0 Mi section and basically zombie walked it to Cal-2 (Peachstone 70.7 Mi). I sat down here at the small aid station and downed another energizing coke along with other fluids. Grabbed a few more GU gels to go and after feeling slightly better I took off with the anticipation of getting to the river. First up was the remainder of Cal-street and getting past Cal-3 (Ford’s Bar 73.0 Mi) with another 5 Miles to get to the Rucky Chucky river crossing. I was still not moving super well, but at least now I was running/jogging again moving past my bonk stage. Sadly I knew this had cost me any chances of my 24 hour chances but that did not matter in the overall scheme of things. I must get to the river and hope that would give my legs the boost I needed to finish this race off. Running along the river I could start to hear and eventually see the lighting of the river crossing. I climbed unto the near side aid station (Rucky Chucky River Crossing 78.0 Mi) but simply walked right through since I knew the far side was close by after a climb. I ran down to the river and the literal army of volunteers here in the middle of the night whom were all there to help us safely across the river. The water was cold and very refreshing. I had taken my waistlamp off and placed it around my neck just to keep my battery out of the water. I held onto the rope strung out and slowly traversed the rocky river bottom following the directions of the volunteers who were placed every 15 to 30 feet along the rope (they literally stood in the cold mountain water just waiting for runners - what a volunteer position!). Since I was crossing here in the wee hours of the night the crossing also had placed small glow sticks into the bottom of the river which you could see through the clear water and it helped “see” the large boulders and rocks to step over and where to aim your foot placement so you would not fully topple over by mistake while fording the river. I got the far side of the river and dipped my hat back in one last time getting a nice douse of cold water for over my head. The Rucky Chucky river crossing was a cool experience mid race as it did get to chest deep on me, which is about 4’10” give-or-take. After climbing the sandy river bank (optional fixed rope assist) I got up onto solid ground again and there was a drop bag station there where lots of runners were there changing socks and shoes. I kept going as I was not using any drop bags for this run (I did wish I had brought a pair of socks though in my pack - oh well next time). I continued on the gradual climb all the way up to the actual aid station Green Gate (79.8 Mi). At the aid station itself Regina Massingill was there to greet me. A fellow HATR (Houston Area Trail Runners) whom had been volunteering at the aid station all day supporting runners. Now she was hanging out and cheering on fellow Texas runners she knew headed her way. We chatted for a brief moment before taking off.

Green Gate (79.8 Mi) | Photo: Regina Massingill @reginarunshouston
(https://www.instagram.com/p/DL6LQuDA0ZE/?img_index=3&igsh=Z2F5ajhjbXFxZjRo)

Another 5-ish Mile section took me to the next aid station of ALT (Auburn Lake Trails 85.2 Mi). I recall thinking that the end is near when the aid station start having names of Auburn in their title. My goal now was to keep moving forward and keep the sleepies away. Yet another 5-ish Miles got me to the Quarry Rd (90.7 Mi) aid station that was famous for being manned by Hal Koerner and Scott Jurek. I came running down the steep hill into their aid station being called by the loud blaring music being played. One of the volunteers said I was one of the few to actually run down into the aid, which made me feel good, even it was not true, but I wanted to believe them at that point. A mere 10 miles to go, lets get this done. I did not stay long here and ran out chasing day the sunset towards Pointed Rocks (94.3 Mi). I don’t recall seeing any runners at all in these last 10-15 miles so most of these miles were solo just me in my head dreaming of the finish line.

With glimpses of first light now I came into Pointed Rocks greeted by one of the volunteers live-streaming for the YouTube broadcast. I did not sit down but simply got a little more fruit and GUs (caffeinated) to go to get me through. Less than 10 km to go now! Next up in my head was the iconic no Hands Bridge and the final Robie Point to Placer High street run. I knew well of these from the prior years broadcasts. After what seemed like a long descent along the river I finally did get down to the No Hands Bridge and crossed the North Fork American River. A short flat section of trail after the bridge before making the final steep climb up to Robie Point and what is the final check point. Seeing the flags of the aid station was a huge relief as I knew only just over a mile through Auburn to the track to go! I had done it. 

Now my focus was on keeping my eye for my second daughter, Lily, whom said she was ready to run the last Mile in with me. At Western States your entire crew/family/support are all aloud to run with you on the streets from Robie Point to the finish if desired, and well Lily had been psyched herself up to be able to run a mile with me. I assured her there was no issue at the pace I’d be going at that point in time. Filled my bottles with water as it was slowly warming up again after the second sunrise well into Sunday morning now. I left Robie and was starring at my watch counting down the tenth of miles. I saw a familiar face ahead on the road. Again it was Regina who came out to the finish to see me in. She came up to me, still in he Buc’ees onesie and jogged along side of me grabbing some pictures and video. She asked me how I was doing and congratulating me on the finish. About a half mile to go now. Then ahead I hear my daughter Lily yell “DAD” and saw her bolt toward me up the slightly grade hill in front of her. I reached out and gave her a big hug. She said they were waiting for me and the rest of the family was just ahead outside the track waiting for me. So I looked at her and as promised I asked her if she was ready to run. She nodded and took off towards Placer High and I followed along side of her. Right then we were also greeted by the livestream team and a follow cam to capture the last portion of my run into the finish. The volunteer ran beside Lily & I capturing us running down the street together as I struggled to keep pace with my 8 year old full of energy, but man what a feeling. Rounded the next corner and there was a bunch more screams and cheers as I saw my other 4 daughters and wife waiting for me just outside the entrance to the track. Everyone came in for a group hug and I continued forward onto the track with all my family now running with me. Zoey our youngest daughter wanted to run so we slowed down to a 3 year old pace as we got onto the track surface itself and made our way the 300 m around to the finishing arch. The growing morning crowds were cheering and yelling, I was smiling, my kids were all running, jumping, and dancing around me as we rounded the last turn. We made it to the finish and crossed in 26:13:15 official time running all-together in a family line. What a feeling to have them all there and all of them run with me to share in this experience. I had dreamt about finishing Western States one day and sharing the moments with my family and there was no better way to do so than finishing hand-in-hand. Perhaps recently bias but this has to be one of my most favorite memories in ultrarunning to date, if not the top one. Greeted by a few WSER long-time volunteers as well as WSER board member Magdalena Boulet whom presented me with my finisher medal and a congratulatory hug. I just stood there with a smile for a second then another volunteer immediately gathered us underneath the finish arch for a family group picture and then ushered us out of the way. I walked to the end of the track where a person was gathering foot scans with permission for a book project. I said yes and volunteered my feet for the cause which only took a couple minutes.

Finley Street in Auburn | Video: Regina Massingilli

(07:09) family meeting me outside Placer HS track | Photo: Katie Meding

(07:11) on track with kids | Photo: Katie Meding

(07:12) WSER finish | Photo: Let’s Wander Productions | Jesse Ellis

(07:12) WSER finish | Photo: Let’s Wander Productions | Jesse Ellis

#MedingCrew | 26:13:15 WSER Complete (100.2 Mi) | Photo: unknown

(07:19) scanning my feet at finish | Placer High School Track (100.2 Mi)
Photo: Let’s Wander Productions | Jesse Ellis

We then made our way infield to where there was a spot to spread out and sit down. I took full advantage of this and found a spot in the shade which had a view of the livestream they had playing on a big screen for people to take in. My awesome wife then wandered over to the food tent and went to fetch me a burger. Next order of operations was back to the hotel for a quick shower clean up and check out. We then came back to Placer High School and took in the final finishers of Golden Hour which was cool to see and be a part of in person cheering these warriors in. 30:00:00 ticked over and with that the 2025 edition of Western States had officially come to an end. What a day(s)!

WSER journey from Palisades Tahoe in Olympic Valley to Placer High School in Auburn, CA complete.

Results & Stats.

• 26:13:15 | 100.59 Mi (161.89 km) | 17,388 ft+ (5,300 m+)
• 129th overall | M104
• This was my 125th ultramarathon run total & 4th of 2025.
• My 46th 100Mi(+) completed.
• STRAVA: Western States Endurance Run (127th overall), Palisades Tahoe, Olympic Valley, CA
• UltraSignup Results: 2025 Western States Results
• YouTube Live Broadcast: @WesternStates/streams

Gear Used

• Lighting setup: kogalla RA Adventure Light (waistlamp) & Nathan Halo Fire (headlamp)
• SS Shirt: rabbitELITEtrail team kit
• Shorts: rabbit Speedsters rabbitELITEtrail kit
• Headwear: rabbit/BOCO rabbitELITEtrail kit (Ice Hat)
• Other: rabbit Ice RAD-dana
• Eyewear: Tifosi Optics
• Socks: injinji x1 & rnnr x1
• Shoes: Altra Olympus 6.0
• Hydration: Nathan Trailmix 12L race pack with x2 20oz soft flasks.
• Watch: Garmin fēnix® 6X - Pro Solar Edition
• Anti-Friction Lube: Squirrels Nut Butter (applied once pre race).

Huge shout out to rabbit for the continued support & amazing apparel #rabbitELITEtrail

Reflections on the Western States Hype Machine

1. Looking back now two weeks removed from my finish as I finalize my race recap here I realize how special the race was. The course, yeah its cool being a point-to-point run incorporating mountains and canyons and some fast California trails, but honestly I’ve run some cooler better actual courses. The historical importance of the race and the vibes that surround Western States I think are what helps build and maintain the race atmosphere out there for runners. The fact that there is the Trail Con in the week leading unto WSER now and the gather of many elite and PRO runners whether they are running or crewing and supporting their teammates it provides a great gathering of the ultra community all in one place at Olympic Valley in the lead up to the start of Western States. Daily podcasts and interviews from the media outlets (e.g. Freetrail, Mountain Outpost, and Singletrack) have given this event in particular the lure of a “major” event type feel akin to a major in say golf or tennis where there is only a handful a year. Ultrarunning is trending that way in which our majors could arguably include WSER, HR100, and UTMB. 

2. The historical aspect of Western States being the oldest organized hundred miler within the United States makes this stand out as well. It is brought up every year and the historical data and comparisons make for great storylines every year.

3. I think that the fact that the amount of interest in this particular event just to get into provides a very unique aspect of the Western States. Being a guaranteed sold out lottery and now the average is trending towards 5-6 years in the lottery system makes this a literal 1, maybe 2 time, event for people in a lifetime. Just look at the stats on their lottery website and you can see how hard and statically stacked it is against you until you have say 5 years in the lottery as of the current way the system works. It may seem unfair but with the amount the sport of ultrarunning is growing and the interest in WSER as it grows it’s own importance in the sport I forsee this trend continuing as long as the permits maintain the current runner cap limit. Essentially if you are lucky enough to get into Western States my advice is just to soak it in and enjoy the entire journey from Palisades Tahoe, Olympic Valley all the way to Placer High School track in Auburn, CA. Sure have your goals and time splits, but just take what the day gives you and simply be grateful we get to do this crazy sport.

4. Volunteers and the community that surround this race does elevate the runner experience. One example of this is the bibs. They simply print your race number and then in large bold letters is also just your first name. This is done on purpose for everyone including spectators and volunteers to easily see your name and address you personally whether it is from the crowd our at the aid station when getting assistance. It is a small but personal detail that gives WSER that one more level up in terms of race experience. Secondly, I think I mentioned this above, but the 3:1 ratio of volunteers is a known statistic that WSER prides itself on and that truly does feel amazing and awesome when coming into aid stations when immediately you have someone personally taking care our your bottles and anything else you may need right away. I have yet to be involved in another race that has anywhere near this level of total volunteer enthusiasm. The fact that you need to apply to volunteer at most of the aid stations shows the commitment to the WSER race and community. Thank you to all of you volunteers out there helping me find my way to Auburn here in June of 2025. You guys & gals all rock!

5. Western States is known for a couple things and heat is one of them. Almost every year it is in the 90s on average and thus some sort of heat training or at least cooling strategy is required in order for the runners to complete and have a decent day for them out there. That being said I did not find the Western States here in 2025 to be an issue at all. (Now let me caveat this based on a couple things). So this year was an above average temperature being in the mid 90s on race day, but overall I did not find the California heat to be as intense and the Southern Texas humidity heat I had been dealing with in May and June. Also I had used ice with my rabbit Ice Hat and rabbit RAD-dana every since early morning to initial that topical body cooling as a preventative measure. I think the combination of the Texas heat adaptation and topical cooling let me to not really feeling or worrying about the heat too much on race day. I did find myself attempting to quench my never-ending thirst but never felt dehydrated out there, which was also good. Overall you just need to understand heat and your own heat adaptation coming into this race because many people do struggle with it out there. The canyon rocks did feel hot, but I’ve experienced worse so perhaps I just not let it get in my head at all.

My final advice is simple. Keep doing your WS Qualifiers. Pursue the lottery every year and build that ticket count. Eventually you will get in, even if it takes the better part of a decade. From my one-time WSER experience having never been there at all prior to getting the full on runner experience I highly recommend you keep it on the bucket list as a to-do 100 Miler within the USA. 

For 2026 I got myself some UTMB running stones (4 in fact) and my WSER qualifier (back to 1 ticket). Now I can enter both lotteries for 2026 editions. Who knows perhaps it does not take me 6 more years to get back to Western, but on the other hand perhaps it takes longer...

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Thanks for reading my race recap & learning about my Western experience.

Next up: Bigfoot 200 (2025-Aug-08)