Saturday, May 28, 2011

5-28-2011 Champagne Couloir, Mt Nebo

A 3:45 wake up turned into a 4:25 call from Sam wondering where I was.  I suck.  Luckily the guys waited for me.  The plan was to head up Nebo and ski the NW and the Champagne couloirs with Sam, Isaac, and Uncle Roman.  I couldn't have asked for a better morning.  The approach was beautiful, uneventful, and went pretty quick.

Sam and Uncle Roman, the valley was spotted with sun all morning, nice.

Uncle Roman gaining the final ridge

Transitioning

Sam on the summit ridge

Uncle Roman on the final headwall
 Once we summited, clouds rolled in.  Still pretty nice though. The short steep section entering into the Champagne was a little icy but other than than conditions were spectacular.  Soft in the upper 1/2 led to a firm, smooth, carvable lower section.  It's SO good to be back!  Not everyone was feeling super today so we decided to call it a day before heading back up the NW.  Next time I guess.  Sam and I also spotted a few other lines that need to be investigated...
Summit Cokes. Real ones, not diet, weird.

Sam

Uncle Roman

Sam

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

5-21-2011 Trans Zion, Zion National Park


 We had big plans for a couple different ski link-ups this weekend but the weather/conditions weren't looking too favorable. Not sure why giving the Trans Zion a go sounded appealing but it did.  After talking with a dozen different people Amanda and Warren were the only ones cool enough to drop plans and head to southern Utah.  Warren gets extra respect for driving through the night to arrive at our campsite only 30 mins before we woke him up to start shuttling cars.  A 48 mile day with 10,000 feet of vertical gain off of 30 mins of sleep isn't too shabby, I don't think we heard one complaint about it either.  Here's a video Andy made:

Untitled from andy dorais on Vimeo.

The East Rim part of the trail was pretty spectacular.
Cool, sunny weather for the start.  Photo by Warren
Heading towards Weeping Rock.  Photo by Warren
Towards the end of the East Rim trail. Photo by Andy
Once we hit the Grotto we filled up with water, chatted a bit and then headed towards the Angel's Landing shoulder.  The long up turned into a hike as opposed to a run.  We figured it was better to be a bit conservative at the beginning seeing as this would be 22 miles farther than Warren and my longest run ever and 17 miles longer than Andy's.  Also, all of us had run less than 10 times since January with only one of those being longer than 10 miles. I figured at least one if not all of us would be blowing up at some point during the run.  Surprisingly everyone kept it together.
Amanda with the heavy pack. Photo by Warren

Looking back towards Angel's Landing
I think we all agreed that the West Rim was probably the most scenic portion of the run.  As we randomly came across trail signs we somehow miscalculated our distance and figured we had run 6 miles less than what we actually had.  This was a little (a lot) disheartening...
Towards the start of the West Rim. Photo by Andy

View from the West Rim

The Ski Gorilla runs too.  Photo by Warren

Warren and Andy on the West Rim
 Once we got off the West Rim our we realized we were 31 miles in instead of 25, nice.  That helped the group's moral (at least mine) quite a bit.  From there on out the trail was less muddy so we could run more consistently, also nice.
On the Connector. Photo by Andy

View from the Connector. Photo by Andy
While on the Connector (20 miles from the end) Warren ran out of water and Andy and I were both lower than we would have liked.  Lucky for us, a few hikers told us they just stashed a gallon that they didn't want at the next trailhead. Another moral booster.  After the water we felt pretty good and rallied through Hop Valley, crossed a few rivers, started feeling crappy again, and finished with a 15 min hard effort to reach Lee's Pass in just under 12 hours.  Pretty fun to feel beat up every once in a while.
Warren in Hop Valley. Photo by Andy

Crossing the River in La Verkin.  Photo by Andy

Right before the Lee's Pass TH

Done!
 The next day we got to do a little sport climbing at Chuckwala Wall in St George.  Climbing, sitting in the shade, drinking Diet Mountain Dew and chatting was pretty relaxing.  Andy was grumpy though, the following picture proves it.

Amanda killing it, Andy being hungry
Talking about the run after the fact, Andy figured he didn't eat enough and was wishing he had packed a few more gels.  As we unpacked he found a little surprise in his fancy Nathan pack, HA!
6 gels and some gummy stuff
This is what I ate. 

Monday, May 23, 2011

Ogden Marathon

My intentions were good when I signed up for the Ogden Marathon several months ago.  I figured that by May I would be done with skiing and on to other stuff, like running.  Little did I know that "spring" skiing would not really even commence until May, or June as the case may be.

By Saturday, I had logged a total of 88 running miles since November 2010.  20 of those 88 miles were acquired on a "fun run" a couple weeks ago, when the Dorais brothers and I set out to run an "of the couch" marathon.  We barely made 20 miles, but it gave me confidence that I could make it 26.2.  Plus, I've logged lots of vertical and lots of skiing/climbing miles.

After an alpine start, a drive to Ogden, a school bus ride to the top of Ogden canyon, and some milling about in a muddy smoky pasture, I lined up with the 7 minute mile group.  I sheepishly stood to the side because I didn't think I would be going that fast.  But as it turned out, about 200 people over estimated their pace, and as the gun went off, I found myself boxed in.  Luckily, one skill I do have is being able to weave in and out of any type of peloton (bike, ski, or run), and work myself up into a decent position, which is what I did in the first mile or so.

When the people cleared, I was able to catch a short glimpse of the elite guys.  They were flying!  And that was inspirational.  It almost made me want to be a marathon runner.

This inspiration carried me for about 10 miles.  I was having fun, feeling good, and moving at a decent 6:45 ish pace.  The course took us by the swollen Weber river and Pineview reservoir.  Above Pineview, I traced ski lines on the snow-covered mountains.  I was having a good time.

I was surprised that I was moving at a 6:45 pace because I had only done two 3 mile runs at that pace this year.  But since it felt ok, I went with it.  But my head told me I ought to slow down.  I didn't though.

By mile 10 or so, my body had no choice but to slow down to a 7:30 pace for a mile or so.  I think I had a hunger knock, which was turned around quickly by some gel.  The achiness in my feet disappeared with a couple Ibuprofens and I was able to run the next 5 miles sub-7.  I secretly wondered whether I could go under 3 hours.

But that was too ambitious.  By mile 17, I was a hurting unit.  By mile 19, I was no longer inspired and had eaten the last of my 1200 mgs of Ibuprofen.  I wanted to be done.

About mile 21 or 22, a couple of guys that I saw at the beginning of the race, leisurely loped by.  Both were wearing red shirts.  Both looked experienced.  So, I latched on and started drafting off of them, forcing myself to match their pace.

I did that until my legs locked up.  Cramps.  I had to stop and work the kinks out for a bit.  I did hamstring/calf stretches on the guardrail.  Luckily, the cramps subsided, and I was able to continue.  As long as I kept my pace in the 7:30 range, my legs would go.  As I moved into the 7:00 range, the cramps would come back.  It took me a couple of cycles to figure that out.

While my aerobic system didn't feel all that taxed, my legs and body felt maxed.  The Ibuprofen dulled a lot of that, but the pain was throbbing through by mile 25.  Fortunately, the last mile, I saw several people I knew.  I also could hear music.  And that lifted me up and carried me to the line.

I crossed the line in 3:12 and 40 something seconds, and was glad to have completed my first legitimate marathon.

Since then, I've looked at some blogs of 2:30 marathon runners.  And I'm intrigued.  How do they maintain such a fast pace for 26 miles?  Although I set out to run the Ogden Marathon with some guys at work and so I can put a 26.2 sticker on my car (kidding!), I'd be lying if I said that I don't have any new aspirations.

Trans Zion Run

WD getting started on West Rim Trail
With the chaotic, continually unsettled spring weather, I began looking for a desert adventure once it became clear that my Teton dreams were going to go unrealized this year.  Not having done any real climbing since October, the Zion "Free and Clean" book looked daunting. I've been hearing reports about the Trans Zion Run and managed to get psyched on the idea and talk brother JD and Warren D into coming along.   So, what follows is a LONG report of the LONG (for us), 48 mile classic "adventure run" across Zion National Park.   




Untitled from andy dorais on Vimeo.


The excuses/disclaimers:

We have skied a lot this year and probably don't have any right to complain about not having a good aerobic base even though things have tapered off drastically over the last 6 weeks.  But, the transition to summer hasn't quite taken place and I think we could count on two hands the number of runs we've been on in that time between the three of us (think sloppy soft legs).  

First of 12 bars

And, my longest run ever was a disastrous 50K.  Jason and Warren have both struggled to finish slow marathons for which they were unprepared.  I don't know why it seemed like a good idea to go so many miles longer than we'd ever been before but we didn't really question the possibility.  Adding to the foolishness was our disregard for the logistical planning that should take place on a big run like this.  




We glanced at a couple maps at REI but were too cheap to buy them, read a couple TRs online, and somehow figured we could make it the last 37 miles with only two liters of water.  We were wrong.   


Looking down at Angel's Landing from the Weeping Rock descent 9 miles in
Getting tight 1/5 of the way
JD, AC (a sweet girl that Jason has tricked into liking him), and I pulled into Kolob Canyon around midnight and slept on the side of the road.  WD, who dropped everything last minute to come, pulled in at 5:00 AM and managed 30 minutes of sleep before we pulled him out of his bag.  We left Warren's car at the Lee Pass TH, and headed over to the East Entrance of Zion, en route picking up breakfast burritos to fill up for the impending starvation.  




After last minute bathroom stops, changing, and packing our small packs, we were finally off, just after 8:00 AM.  The West Rim Trail is about 10 miles long and mostly descends as it makes it's way toward Zion Canyon.  We made ourselves run conservatively through this section and tried to drink as much as possible since we'd be able to fill up at the Grotto 11 miles in.

At the Grotto, we were met by AC, who joined us for a hike to the shoulder of Angel's Landing.  From there we were off into unknown territory with now less than two liters of water each and about 34 miles to go.

Looking back at the Cerberus Gendarme, Weeping Rock, and Big Bend

Wild formations kept us distracted from thinking about how terrible things would soon become
The trail ends up going along the edge of this cliff

I can name the formations from the canyon but from this side it was all a mystery
16 miles in, WD began to lag a bit.  He recognized that in order to finish the day he was going to have to go his own pace and ignore any jeering from me and Jason.  The struggle was on...
WD on the West Rim Trail
High on the West Rim, the conditions were great with cool weather and mostly dry trails.  Throughout the low lying and treed sections, conditions were abysmal with standing water and mud everywhere.  Leery of wet feet so early we did our best to walk around/through/and over those sections without falling in.  
Me and Warren somewhere along the West Rim

More West Rim scenery

There were still abundant wild flowers, although most were just past their prime.  

At some point, we reached the Wildcat Trail intersection and realized we were about 6 miles farther than we had thought which was pretty encouraging.  Discouragingly, Warren was now out of water with 23 miles to go.  Encouragingly, Warren is a G and tapped into his deep reserves, and began running faster and more steadily from here out.  





A look down Wildcat Canyon
Once on the Connector Trail, we figured it was in the bag.  Only 17 more to go (It might not have been such a given as it took us a few tries to do that math)...
Along a high plateau on the Connector Trail 
At this point we were resigned to the fact that we'd be drinking from the feces infested streams in Hop Valley and along the La Verkin Trail.  But, we thought we'd try and barter with backpackers, hoping they'd trade some of Warren's nasty Cliff Bars for some water purification tablets.  We felt like thirsty pioneers.  Warren's prayers must have been answered because 1/2 a mile from the Hop Valley TH, a couple guys told us they had stashed a gallon of water that they didn't need any more.  Salvation.  
13 to go with water logged bellies
The Hop Valley trail was stunningly beautiful once we descended into the narrow stream lined section.  It was incredibly green, providing lush contrast to all the red.  While completely runnable, the sandy trail was interrupted countless times by the punky little stream leading to multiple slow crossing and a couple wet feet.
JD looking for Kolob

WD pioneering

6.5 to go.   JD looks like he might have a stroke and I don't believe WD's "thumbs up"
As we were descending toward the La Verkin river, a couple hikers told us to cross upstream from the trail where the water was calmer.  We made a few false starts before Jason found a passable section.
Ole fashion swimming hole

Our money was that he was going in...  Luckily he didn't

The next 6 miles were a falling apart of sorts as each of us had our unique set of body parts that was beginning to ail us.  Ignoring the discomfort, we shuffled along, making dozens more stream crossings, before the wheels came off.  A mile or two from the end we looked back and Warren was gone.  Too bad.  It was every man for himself.  Then, with the road (finish) in site, JD decided to pick up the pace to try and sneak in under 12 hours.  I followed suit, trailing behind by a minute or two, before finally stumbling out to the Lee's Pass TH after 11 hours and 58 minutes.  


Kolob Canyon on fire
Warren went through his own mind games before deciding he didn't want to spend the night in the woods and ran it in a few minutes later.  
Three lucky idiots


The goal at the outset was to have an adventure, which to me often means starting out with an uncertain ending.  By finishing, we all felt pretty good about the day.  Even if we hadn't stopped to eat, take pictures, and laugh at each other, our time was mediocre at best but I think we learned a few things.  Next time, we'll arrange for more water via stashes or support.  We'll train (more specifically) for the distance, and we'll bring more palatable food (WD only had bars).  To take off a few hours seems completely reasonable and this fall we'll be back to try again.

 That was a loooong post for a long day.  

48+ miles
~10,000 vertical
5 GUs
2 Probars
2 Twix Bars
Electrolyte tabs/nasty Nuun drink