Most people do crazy stuff when they turn 40 - the classic midlife crisis type affair. There's buying a snazzy new car (does a 4WD Merce...

Sep 29, 2014

Foose's Loop

Day two. After a quiet night camped at the base of Fooses, we woke to a thick layer of clouds coating the mountains. Hummm ... We were planning on climbing back up into those clouds. As we ate breakfast and got organized to ride, we watched the clouds floating by -forming and dissipate only to reform. All the while, blue sky teased us from behind the clouds. We dressed a little warmer and set off back up North Fooses - this time we would take the power line road all the way. More steady pedaling and climbing. Once we hit the gate and started climbing in earnest, it was mix of pedaling and pushing. Easier then following the stream the day before, but still a hard stretch. The clouds closed down for a bit, fine rain misting down all around us. As we reached the Crest Trail, the sun finally broke through but it wasn't warm. I put on my wind jacket and we headed down the trail. We were just in front of the 10:00 shuttle and Nick wanted to stay that way. I was trying, but tired. A few guys from the 10:00 shuttle did catch us - oh well. We must have been riding different trails - both Nick and I were bundled up and all the guys who caught us were just in shorts and jerseys. I can't imagine - the wind was biting and the temperature plummeted with every cloud that drifted across the sky. 
One of the few glimpses we had of the mountains - after the ride.
Then came the drop into Fooses. I've only ridden past it - once or twice stopping to look at the steep, rocky descent. The trail plummets from the alpine tundra down into the trees. It looks like miles below the main trail. Nick didn't give me a chance to look and get freaked out. He just dropped in, leaving me to follow him. Seat down all the way, eyes on the trail, let the bike roll. After the intial steep drop, we were protected from the wind. Time to add a layer or two for the rest of the ride.

Pushing up the powerline road. Yes - it's that steep!
Fooses was so different then Greens. Greens was fast, flowing with roots and rocks and pushed me to my limits in speed and processing. Fooses was still rooty, but also wet and chunky. Big chunky rocks littering narrow singletrack. My processing and line assessment was still pushed to the limit, but more with picking the right line and smoothest line. I had to slow down more then I wanted to be able to find my lines. No soil sampling this time, but I had to unclip and walk a few sections. It was a challenge for sure, but worth the climb. As we dropped lower and lower into the trees, the trail smoothed out a little. I was able to open up a little and let the Camber fly. Aspen leaves littered the trail, a corridor of gold. There was no time to take photos - instead just a quick glance around to remember the image. Then attention back to the trail. I could tell we were getting closer as we crisscrossed the creek and the grade lessened. I was almost sorry to see it end - and immediately began plotting ways to utilize the North Fooses climb to link together some awesome big days. Yikes.
Coming down Foose's - trying to stay focused through one of many rock gardens

If there's a rock, he will ride over it...
We did finish just in time. Back in Salida, discussing plans for some monster rides next year, we watched the heavens open and a downpour engulf the mountains where we'd been riding. 

Crest exploring

Not so much the last hurrah of the season, but the last expedition with the sole mission of exploring. No intervals, no cadance drills - just ride bikes and new trails. Back to Salida we went - time to check out Greens and Fooses Creeks. Nick's ridden both of them, but to me they were mysterious trails plummeting to the east off of Monarch Crest. But we also had another agenda - could we get to summit of Monarch pass via North Fooses and the power line cut? The map suggested that we could, which meant one thing. Time to ride and possibly hike as far as we could and hopefully reach the spine of the continent.

View from the top - can't beat fall in Colorado!
One of the few sections of Powerline I was able to ride - after the creek!
Saturday started out with a little CT appetizer before the Fooses road adventure. I stopped to take a picture just below the power lines - looking up at the communication center on top of the pass. That's where we were headed... Then came the long, gradual road climb up and up. Our optimism was high as we passed a sign that said "CDNST - 7 miles." The distance sounded scary, but that was a hint that we could gain the divide and the Crest Trail. So far it wasn't too bad - fairly well maintained jeep road with some steep pitches, a few stream crossings and just a few rocky segments. Easy but steady climbing. Then we reached a dead end of sorts that provided two options - go straight on a very poorly used path marked no motor vehicles or take a gated, rocky and steep road labeled dead end. Humm. Nick studied the map and opted for straight. If all else failed, we could retrace our steps and try option two. After the first downed tree, we entered a different world. Wet, mossy and rooty with a stream running right down the middle. Plenty of trees littered the trail, but with a well defined path. We kept pushing forward, through the mud and wetlands. Up and up, keep climbing - but we had lost sight of power lines we wanted to follow. We kept pushing on, every step taking us higher. Then the power lines reappeared to the north - a fair trail took us to the well defined road under the towers. Some more hiking and the green gate on the Crest trail appeared. Success! 

I thought after Vapor Trail 125 I would be done with the hike-a-bike
Nick taking in the view from the Gondola atop Monarch Pass
Monarch Mountain in the background - on the top of the world!
A quick exploratory pedal up to communication center to take in the views. Then back down to the Crest Trail for the pedal over the Greens Creek. It was a perfect day for a Crest traverse, with blue skies and calm weather. I was struggling a little, but still having fun. I haven't done the crest that many times, but love it more every time. And then it was time for Greens. Instead of continuing south towards Marshal Pass, we turned north - down. Very far down. I've never riden Greens before so it was all new. Roots, rocks, everything. Blanketed with a layer of gold from the aspens. I was in between trying to follow Nick's lines and just slowing down to process everything. After one hard slip on a wet root, I opted for caution and picking my own lines. It was still a challenge - a trail I'd never seen before and trying to ride even half speed of what Nick was riding. I was in brain overload. Between the rocks and swooping bends, wet roots, tight trees and more rocks, it was a blast. I needed to slow down to processes everything, but was having so much fun. A long day in the saddle but worth it. I ran out of food and water and Nick had to go get the van at the end. I was tired and getting slow - Nick didn't want me on Hyw 50 that tired.

Taking a photo of me taking a photo? Sounds like Nick!
I was supposed to go over the rock right by my tires - didn't realize it then!

Aspens and pines and a trail covered in gold

Sep 26, 2014


There's been a lot of talk about equality in sports lately, from the variances in prize purses at national level mountain bike races to the differences in slots for the woman pros at the Kona Ironman. Usually it starts with the women pushing for equality - the same payout for top three at least instead of getting 50% of what the men win, or less. Or in the case of Kona, having equal opportunity for women to compete. Once you start digging, the examples of inequality in sports start piling up. There are voices calling for change and some athletes willing to take a chance and speak out. But even that is a risk - the more vocal you are, the more people you will piss off and the fewer opportunities you will have. There are loud voices arguing that the current status que is fine and the numbers don't support promoting equality in racing and prize money. And if all you look at is the numbers, that's absolutely true. When there are 20 women racing at a national level mountain bike race compared to 150 men, it's hard to argue for equal payout. The men are essensially subsidizing the women racers if they have the same payout and the women don't have to race as hard to win money. That is the biggest argument put forth against having the equal payouts - that the money is based on percentage of racers. As for the Kona slot allocation, the WTC is using the same argument - that the women have a fair percentage of slots and to add womens slots would take away from the men's race. Phrased like that, of course there will be little support among the men. And so nothing changes.

But both arguments ring hollow to the women directly affected - as well they should. The women mountain bikers aren't working as hard for the win? Tell that to the racers on the trails, riding hard for 100 miles. It's the same distance as the men and the racing at the pointy end is usually close. To say that the 100 miles that the women raced over was an easier 100 miles then the men's race is to degrade the athletic achievements of all racers. Yes, the field sizes are also lower, that argument is true. But without creating the foundation for success, what incentive is there for women to enter the sport in the first place? We are seeing stagnation in the women's Pro and Cat1fields as riders choose not to continue racing and leave the sport. Can you blame them? Look at the men's teams vs the women's teams for XC racing in the US. How many women are out there, actually able to support themselves with racing vs the men? And if I can't support myself, what is the incentive to keep racing? So the women leave the sport because there is no reason to continue. In order to have more equal field sizes for the payouts, we need to encourage more women to stay in the sport in the first place. Having minuscule payouts and poor sponsorship opportunities does not achieve that goal. Field sizes will continue to shrink and it will become a spiral of failure. It will take a few years to develop the women racers that are dabbling in the sport now and if there is incentive to stay, then those field sizes will start swelling. Equal payout is something that should happen - both for the riders currently competing and the future. 

And then there's the carrot of iron distance racing - Kona. The current model of long course triathlons has a huge emphasis on the race in Kona, from sponsorship opportunities to performance bonuses. Pros want to race there - even those who have no chance of placing in the top ten. The race resume reads better with having a Kona finish. It used to be that pros qualified just like the age groupers - place high enough at qualifying race and get a slot. There were the same number of slots between the men and women at each race, leading to similar sized fields at Kona. That allowed for dark horses - unknown racers who had a great qualifying race to come out and shine. Some great champions were born this way. Then came the KPQ - where qualifying was based on the number of points pros accumulated at the feeder races, forcing over racing in order to qualify. I personally think it's affected the quality of the race in Kona - it's hard to fresh and ready to rip after a long season of traveling and hard racing. And the WTC's current slot allocation is 50 for the men and 35 for the women - arguing again that since there were fewer women racing, there was no need for equal slots. Again, the same faulty argument used against the equal payout. How are we supposed to increase the numbers when there is fewer incentive? Fewer slots for women only stifles the competition. More racing for fewer slots. Less reason to take the chance and turn pro for the faster age group women. So the number of pro women stagnates and the racing becomes predictable instead of exciting, further alienating sponsors and spectators.

We cannot look at today's numbers for justification of the gross inequalities in prize money and racing opportunities. Race directors and promoters have to be willing to look towards the future - how will providing equality now, even if it favors the women on paper, affect the future of the sport? It is a leap of faith that must be made - now, not tomorrow, not in five years. To look only at the numbers today is to deny the next generation. Build the framework for success by providing equality for the women today. 

Sep 24, 2014

Second and third loaves

Another reason I love bread. It's a community thing - especially with Facebook and such. Make a batch of bread, take some pictures and post. And viola! Plenty of suggestions and tips from the world. After my first attempt at yeast bread, I posted up some pictures and got some useful ideas, like use some starches, honey in the yeast and such. So I encorporated some, did some more reading and rolled up my sleeves for batch two.
The dough waiting to rise to my second batch of bread
For this batch, I let the yeast proof a little longer, using some honey as well as the sugar and some milk in the warm liquid. It went crazy and I had some fabulous foam. I added eggs (forgot to get them to room temperature first) and some different starches to dough when mixing. That all seemed to work well - had a decent rise. Still denser then I wanted, but good. Felt like I was making progress in my attemptes at a nice, crusty loaf.

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On the third try, I added another egg and made sure they were room temperature. I also let the yeast proof in the milk and honey mix, but this time only did one rise. Kneaded dough to smooth and immediatly shaped into my loaf. My idea with that was to capture that initial rise and not disrupt the busy yeast. It worked and I had a loaf the doubled in size. Did not take before and after photos this time, off course.... I also made an apple roll - chopped apples with cinnamon and brown sugar spread on rolled out bread and the wrapped into a circle. That turned out yummy... I did forget the Xanthum gum on this batch, so one more thing to try. I have it all written down this time, so I can attempt to duplicate next time. 

Sep 17, 2014


Only a rookie once but still a novice. That's my feeling right now. I've successfully finished - under some of the most perfect conditions I could have hoped for - the Vapor Trail 125.  Even so, I'm hardly a veteran - very much a novice. There's still a lot I need to learn about this epic race. Another year of riding and preparing would have done us well and still will. From feeling steady on the singletrack to riding harder on the road, and having food more organized - lots of things to reflect on. I was over prepared in some areas, but completely underprepared for others. Singletrack - exuberantly prepared  for the climbing and descends. The long road climbs? Yikes. Mentally drained on Old Monarch Pass. I was ready for fluids, with my drink mix and the amount of bottles I'd need, but that calculation turned into overprepared near the end. Food? I thought I had everything I'd want to eat. I was wrong and ended up not eating half of what I dragged around on the Crest trail. Both forgot I had it and was tired of the texture. A few of the things I made just didn't taste good at that time, either. And what would have happened if the sky had opened, unleashing rain and snow upon us? That would have changed the game completely. 

There is a fine line between being prepared to ride long and racing long. Dancing on that line is what makes a successful endurance racer. For long rides and fun adventures, we carry everything. Both Nick and I have plenty of clothes, food, water treatment, some spare parts and a small first aid kit. If something happens, all that will come in handy. But there's no aid stations on our big days, so we have to be prepared. In the big races we are talking about doing next year, we still need to be prepared, but we don't need to carry as much stuff. There's aid stations and we need to take advantage of them. Carry less, ride faster and then need even less. Have what I know I'm going to want, like drink mix and a little food, but use the aid stations to my advantage. 

With the amount of things I need to address before next season, I'm definitely still a novice on these big, back country races. That will change. Every ride, calculating and evaluating what I really need, what I can leave behind and what is questionable due to weather concerns. Safety has to be at the forefront, but the faster you go, the less time you're out in the elements. Such a catch 22 for sure. There's a year to get things dialed, with some new and some old epics between now and then. 2015 was always going to be the year for Vapor - the only difference is now I'm going back - I've seen the mountains in the depth of night and caught the sun rising. I know which roads to fear and what climbs to walk. No longer a rookie, but with plenty of learning to do.

Sep 13, 2014


There is something about a fresh loaf of bread - it resonates of home and love. Is it because of the effort involved in crafting a loaf of bread from scratch? The warmth of the oven and the earthy smell filling the air as it bakes? I don't know. My mom always made fresh bread - we never had store bought growing up. I can remember the light crunch of the ends, dripping with honey just after it came out of the oven. We'd fight over the crusty ends as kids and I always assumed I'd figure out how to craft my own yummy loaves.

First attempt at bread - still have some work to do
Before Nick had to go gluten free, I'd make bread occasionally. Not enough to get practiced at it, but enough to be dangerous. It was work, but always worth it. As I got busier with life, the effort of making bread fell to the wayside. We didn't eat that much of it before and afterwards... well not worth it for just me.

While I've gotten good at baking muffins and such - the easy gluten free offerings, I haven't had much luck with yeast. I've tried making yeast rolls and cakes a couple of times, but never got the results I wanted. It was a lot of work for experiments, so I often opted to stick with what I know. Time is precious and I rarely had enough of it to spend all day in the kitchen. But this morning, I decided it was time to try. I have fresh yeast and a few different flours - so I made one of the simple, rustic loaves from my cookbook. And while I had better result with the rising then I've had before, there still is work to be done. There's also a lot of research to do - people have gotten good yeast breads before and have shared that information online. I need to look at different starches and proteins to simulate the gluten from the wheat flour. I also need to look at the ratios of flours I'm using to create that perfect, light and crusty loaf. With fall coming, that means cooler temperatures and baking season. This year, I'm going to keep trying until I get my loaf.

Denser then I wanted and not as crusty - but still good

Sep 11, 2014

Into the Darkness and back with the Sun - Vapor Trail 125

Challenges take many forms - mental, physical and emotional. I knew that the Vapor Trail 125 would encompass everything - the mental highs and lows of riding some of the hardest and most fun trails in Colorado, the physical toll 125 miles takes on anyone and the emotional rollercoaster between riding like the wind and plodding uphill. When I emailed my resume and application in for the 10th anniversary of this legendary race, I was taking a chance. It was a year sooner then Nick and I planned, reducing our organization and scouting time significantly. I didn't want to wait - I wanted to step up and challenge myself. So after 24 Hours in the Enchanted Forest, the preparation went into full swing. Armed with the knowledge gained from our long rides, I rolled up to the starting line on the F-Street Bridge with the goal of finishing with a smile and a plan to carry me through 125 miles of riding.
Nick and I ready for the start.
Photo - Kara Durland
10:00 PM - after a day of trying to chill out and calm the nerves it was finally time  to ride. A true neutral rollout meant time for gabbing and catching up with fellow racers. There was even a pee break stop at the top of the hill to ensure everyone crossed 285 as a group. We crazy cyclists warranted four cop cars stopping traffic at 10:15 on a Saturday night! And then we made the right hand turn onto dirt. No more niceties - it was time to ride. It was the last time I would see eventual winner Jari as she rocketed away into the night. It was too long a night to start racing so I kept riding steady. I could see a line of lights ahead and behind me. A light fog was dropping off the mountains to greet us as we climbed higher. Surprisingly, I was just behind Nick - his white knee warmers clear in the lights. Liz was hovering around him, following his wheel for the draft at times. I wanted to surge and catch them, but knew it was too early. Just ride. When I did catch Nick, he didn't look happy - told me what was going on and to ride my own race and not worry. Onto the Colorado Trail - the first section of singletrack. Everything was damp and slippery from the mist, meaning I needed to stay alert and pick smart lines. I'd passed Liz early on the single track, but she caught back on the first hike-a-bike. Again, too early to be racing. I kept waiting for one downhill section that had terrified me in the light last year, but never found it. Each section - nope, that wasn't it. Finally we hit the bridge over Brown's Creek and I had to smile. Then I saw Liz right ahead of me and it was focus time. The Colorado Trail is a trail of multiple personalities - from steep and chunky among pines to smooth and flowing thru meadows. It was awesome to be out there riding - seeing the city lights of both Salida and Buena Vista spread out to south and north and the moon dancing in and out of the clouds. Not that much time for site-seeing as I dropped the final descent to the Narrow Gauge trail and the first aid station.

I was a little earlier then I had anticipated hittling that first aid station, but my elation was tempered by the fact that I'd anticpated them being at the campground up the road - not at the start of the Narrow Gauge Trail. So I really wasn't early. I made that a quick pit stop, just refilling my hydration bladder and putting my longsleeved jersey on. I knew it was going to get cold in a hurry as we climbed higher and higher into the mountains. Liz rolled in just as I was organizing to leave - it was still really close. I focused on the long road climb ahead, trying to to worry about racing yet. It was easy to do - between the near full moon illuminating the Chalk Cliffs and the rustling of animals in the bushes along the road there was plenty to distract me. I think I spent way too much time just looking around and staring at the terrain. So different in the dark then during the day. The road climb was long and steady and I was without good landmarks for how far I'd gone. I remembered sections from our ride from St Elmo to the divide last year, but it wasn't enough to have a solid bead. Every corner after the collapsed mine building I kept hoping for the Alpine Tunnel trail parking lot. It was dark, getting colder and I was alone. No lights around me, no signs of other riders. It didn't help that my right foot was going numb from the cold or that I was hearing large animals in the bushes. Not hallucinating - there was something big pacing along the road beside me for a while. Finally the runt off the road and into the double track. I could see lights below me in the valley, a line of bobbing stars among the mountains. Getting closer to the roof of the continent meant the first hike-a-bike was coming up. I was looking forward to the break from pedaling and hoping the feeling would come back to my foot when I started walking. The Alpine Tunnel hike-a-bike is short, but just enough a slap in the face. In and out of the trees, with lights dancing ahead of me. I started up the climb, keeping the pace brisk to stay warm. At the top, a short pause to look around - take in the stars and the moon and the dark mountains surrounding me. I debated throwing my rain coat on for the descent but opted not to. Not quite a mistake but close. After the short singletrack descent to the west side of the divide on more a goat trails thru the bushes, it was time for a long road descent. I was a little chilly as I dropped down towards the base of Tomichi Pass, regretting not putting on my jacket. But there was more climbing coming.... 

The darkness was surreal as I started up Tomichi Pass. The moon hung heavy and orange to the west, the glow fading from the mountains. As the moon set, the stars sparkled brighter and brighter in the sky. Ahead of me I could see riders on the Granite Mountain climb, hiking into the black sky. I had wanted to ride most of Tomichi Pass, but wimped out. The first section was too loose and rocky... So I walked and ate something. I picked my way around the streams and started up Tomichi proper. Tried riding, but again wimped out. I found myself hiking with a single speeder and we talked as we pushed our bikes. The night was still and I stopped several times to just admire the stars and the string of lights coming off the Continental Divide. One of this lights was Nick, I knew it. I was anticipating him catching me any time, especially once we started down Canyon Creek. But there was more hiking to come - the dreaded Granite Mountain. I stuck to a steady pace, choosing my footsteps carefully. The sky to the east was fading from midnight to dawn as I hiked higher and higher. I stopped just before the summit to put on my rain jacket and swap out Diablos. Then it was time for flying. With every light on high - Toro, Reflex and Diablo, the alpine trail was a bright as day. I was happy for the recent rides down Canyon Creek as I plummeted off the roof of the world back onto the trees. All alone on the trail - just me and my bike. It wasn't my fastest trip down Canyon Creek, but close. It was also the most fun and alive I'd felt on my bike in weeks.

That feeling would fade quickly. Another fairly quick stop at the Snowblind Aid station for water, a bike cleaning and some yummy sausage for the road and it was back on the bike. I had the Old Monarch Pass climb to tackle - I figured it would be about an hour and a half of climbing - easy railroad grade climbing again. The sun was out so I was back down to just my long sleeved wool shirt as I settled into climb. And Oh My God. I'd been worried about another long road climb, so hadn't taken this one seriously. Old Monarch Pass was the back breaker. Nothing but road and trees, endlessly winding up and up and up... My confidence sunk and my speed slowed. Was this same implosion I'd had at Como during the Breck 100 faced with the climb up Boreas Pass Road? I was struggling to keep the focus going and was spending more time looking over my shoulder then on the road in front of me. But I had those sausages from Snowblind and they sparked enough life to keep me pedaling. I did stop a few times to walk and stretch - more a mental break then anything.

Finally - the sounds of traffic rejuvenated me. Monarch Pass was calling. A fun section of singletrack and I popped out onto Hwy 50 and scooted across before any cars appeared. Time for new shoes, clean jersey, more food and the start of the fun part. I tried to be quick, but took a little longer then I planned. One of the volunteers told me he'd be sure to tell Nick how far ahead of him I was. I just laughed - it should be the other way around. Then it was time go. I rolled out with Jeff "El Freako from Rico" and we chatted for a while on the start of the Crest Trail. Then I got off to walk and he charged ahead. I'd catch back up a few times, but Jeff is a monster. I could see him wrestling with his single speed ahead of me, riding up things I would end up walking. And when he was off and walking, it was a trot - much faster then my ambling pace. There's a few things I could learn from him! On the last alpine climb before Marshall Pass, I watched him vanish ahead of me while I pushed my bike and ate a Snickers Bar. I thought about riding, but decided the snickers bar held more attraction then attempting to ride. 

The Crest Trail was fun but rough. I was feeling the miles before, but still trying to push the pace. It was crowded too - compared to the isolated riding of the prior 11 hours. Shuttle bunnies, motos and hikers all out enjoying the perfect weather. I used my bell a few times, in awe that I was still moving faster then the other riders despite my fatigue. But most people stepped to the side and started cheering. Encouragement that lifted my spirits at that time.

Marshall Pass take one. Jeff was still there, chowing down on a doughnut. Mmmm doughnutsIn spite of my hesitancy to eat unusual foods, there was a jelly doughnut calling my name. I only took half, to the laughter of Jeff. Between that and the can of Coke, I was ready to tackle Starvation Creek and Poncha Road. About five minutes after leaving the station, I was wishing I'd asked them to save the other half of the doughnut for the final stretch! Then Jeff caught back up with me and we talked a little longer. Again, he charged ahead of me on a steeper climb and this time I wouldn't see him again till the finish. But I was looking forward to the descent down Starvation. Another super enjoyable section of singletrack. I was able to ride it all this time, even the chunky, rocky sections I hadn't been sure about during our prerides. It was fast. It was fun. I was somewhere between flying over the rocks and plinko chipping through them. Without having Nick to follow, I was picking my own lines and pushing my comfort zone as the trail plunged down to the creek then meandered swiftly through the meadows and trees. But when I hit the bridge over Poncha Creek, reality set in with a smack. I now had five miles of climbing, gaining nearly 2000' to return to Marshall Pass and the hopes that the second half of the jelly doughnut would be waiting. The climb took me nearly an hour on fresh legs - it would be much longer today. There was some walking, some trudging and plenty of bargaining. "If I ride until that rocky spot, I can walk for a few minutes..." Again, I wasted time and energy looking over my shoulder and worrying instead of just riding.  But Poncha Road wasn't the mind numbing, energy sucking black hole of riding that Old Monarch Pass seemed to be. It was steep but short. Hot with little wind, but cooling as I climbed. I felt like I knew the climb and the landmarks that would tell me how much I had left to go. Kept the ride - push pattern going until near the top. Then it was time to pedal.
Having a blast on the Starvation Creek descent
Photo - Joy from the Salida Library
Back into Marshall Pass. My half a doughnut was gone, much to my disappointment. So I filled my water bottle, checked my hydration bladder, drank another half can of coke and asked when Nick had gone through. After all, he couldn't be too far behind me, right? The response wasn't what I wanted - drop at Monarch... They didn't know what had happened, but I knew it couldn't be "serious." Not a bad wreck or something like that - otherwise he wouldn't have made it to Monarch. But it also meant that I was truly alone for this next section of trail. I set off onto the Colorado Trail, determined to finish strong and keep the rubber side down as I entered some of the most fun riding of the afternoon. No more crushing road climbs - just singletrack. It wasn't all downhill and there was some more jeep road, but the reward was Silver Creek. Two more short hiking sections - again taking advantage of being off the bike to eat. I passed more day riders, dinging my bell in response to the cheers. Each pedal stroke took me closer to that fun descent. Silver Creek. I dropped in confidently and with a smile. Time to have some fun. Didn't matter how tired my legs were or how sore my arms were. There was more plinko chip riding then line picking this time due to my fatigue and I was very happy Nick had opted to swap out tires for ones with thicker side walls. There's no way to describe the descent of Silver Creek other then fun. (I say that now - ask me two years ago? Different answer...) Narrow trail, plunging from near alpine all the way into the trees. Slalom like curves combined with techy rock gardens. Then the final drop through the Gate in the middle of a scree field. I rode it all - maybe not as fast as I could, but as fast as I wanted to at that moment. 

There was a small aid station right at the start of Rainbow Trail. I inhaled a handful of peach slices and some yummy fruit squeeze thing. The rice cakes looked delicious, but at that point I was finished with rice cakes. Refiled my water bottle again and started down the Rainbow. Ahh - Rainbow Trail. A trail of with two sides, with big rocks littering the trail at the start, swooping dives into creeks followed by nasty climbs that would be a kick in the ass any other day. Wide open trail in sage meadows and then a narrow line of singletrack painted against the hillside. Rainbow Trail - a treat under any circumstances. Even fatigued with over a 100 miles under my tires it was still blast. I knew I'd be walking the nasty climbs and didn't even try to ride them. I worked on my hustle, trying to push the tempo with my hiking breaks. I've only done Rainbow a few times, but felt comfortable and relaxed. Having fun and grinning - each climb meant I was closer to the road. 

I got lucky again - no traffic when I popped out on 285. Now for the final time trial back to Absolute Bikes. I hit 35 mph on the highway - tucked low and areo. The intersection with 50 was a little interesting, but I could see the yellow sign just north of the stop sign. Turning east, with S mountain off in the distance it was the longest feeling stretch in the race as the mountain dragged closer. Three more turns and the bike shop and finish was in view. Nick was waiting for me as I rolled into the parking lot. Finished - and I was still smiling. I will never be a Vapor Trail 125 rookie again and it was an experience I'll never forget. I was also lucky enough to take 2nd - hours behind Jari - among a record seven woman starters. 

I didn't ride fast enough to beat my Garmin battery - something for next year... 

Sep 9, 2014

Heros of the night - Vapor Trail 125

Its dark, it's cold - there's nothing to do but wait. Wait for the herd of crazy cyclists who think it's a great idea to ride for 125 through the Colorado high country. The riders might be the ones celebrated during and after the event, but the heros are truely the volunteers out all night and day. There were the moto riders keeping tabs on us at Blanks Cabin, then riding around and appearing at other key spots on course. The Cascade Aid station - dark and cold and the middle of the night. The volunteers there were slammed with riders when I got there, but still ensured each rider got personal attention. Needed something on the bike fixed? They had the parts. There was a fire roaring in the background and fresh burritos being wrapped to order. I didn't linger there - just stayed long enough to refil my water and throw on a warmer layer for the climb to the divide. Then next sign of civilization - other then the trail of lights sparkling in the dark mountains was the Snowblind Campground. More welcoming volunteers, offering food, water and anything else. I spent a little longer there, chatting after getting my chain cleaned and waiting for some fresh sausage for the road. I knew Tom would give Nick an update on how I was do and set off to takle the endless road climb back to the divide with a smile. Monarch Pass - the loudest of the aid stations between the traffic from the road and the shuttle bunnies wondering what we were doing. And the drop bags... The volunteers at the top of the pass were the most helpful by far - I felt bad for asking them to stop digging in my box and just started giving them directions so they could help. There was a lot to do there - between dropping lights, changing helmets, gloves and glasses, and refilling supplies. I had two people helping me and once we got rolling, it was awesome. More offers of scrambled eggs and food, which I declined. They assured me they'd give Nick a report on my status and buttoned up my box so I could roll. Onto the Crest Trail, where after hours of empty trails, it suddenly seemed crowded. Everyone was cheerfully encouraging the entire route, even the motos. At Marshall Pass, more smiling faces. I endulged in half a can of Coke and half a jelly doughnut - which they were more then willing slice up for me. I wished I'd asked them to save the other half for my next trip through as I was half pedaling, half trudging up Poncha Creek Road. Unfortunately, it was gone already when I got back. Marshall Pass was also the first place I found out what happened to Nick. They didn't know what happened, but were able to tell me he dropped at Monarch Pass. The final aid station at the start of Rainbow Trail had all kinds of tidbits of yummy treats - but I wasn't feeling up for solid food. To cheers, I rolled out for the final hour and half of pedaling.

This was one of smoothest run events I've been in - and one of the farthest flung with miles of distance  between assitance. The volunteers made it happen and were always happy and cheerful. I was always happy to roll up to the aid stations and sorry to leave without chatting longer. Nick and I started not knowing how much the volunteers cared about the race, but I finished realizing it was so much more then just the riders. We tend to ignore or order the volunteers around at the aid stations, discounting the contributions they make to our success or failures. For most races it's easy to do - but on a loop this big, on a day this long,  the attentiveness of the volunteers really matters. So next time, make sure to thank the volunteers and treat them with the respect they deserve. It's not easy to stand out in the cold and dark all day catering to confused riders. 

Sep 4, 2014


The hardest part about a big race? The tapering - especially at home when the weathers nice. It's almost painful to see the lovely mornings and rain free afternoons and not be able to get out and have fun. It's been a few years since I've had an at home taper as well, making the jitters and antsieness  associated with a taper ever worse. Before Enchanted Forest, it was easy - not only were we traveling, but then we were at the camp. Nothing to do but laze around and chill out. Perfect set up for a quality taper - get some pre rides done, but otherwise just relax. And now that I think about it, that's been the case for most of my big races, even back when I was doing triathlons. Travel before the race, a few short workouts to flush out the sitting and then - nothing. This feels different some how. I've got the taper going, coming off a few hard weeks and a good race at the 12 Hours in the Sage.  Nothing I do now will provide more fitness for the ride coming Saturday. But I'm home - not chilling at a campground or lazing in a hotel. I'm home, torturing my old people, running around like a crazy nut trying to get things done. It's not the mentally stress free taper I've come to enjoy. Since I'm home, there's also the strong temptation to continue with my normal off season, between races training - which does not a taper make. I need to settle down, turn off my alarm and find some help at work so I'm not trying to do everything all at once. I haven't been very good about that. 

But the taper means its time to do something I love doing - eating! With a ride this big, I'm enjoying being able to eat more the usual. It's harder - when I was running, I could scarf down so much food it was crazy before a race. Helps me a bunch - I was able to run several Saturday/Sunday marathon combos without needing too much during the race. I was also able to get through the 2006 Silverman Full Distance triathlon with a severe case of food poisoning based on the pre-loading I did before the event. So I've been nibbling more, having slightly larger meals and adding a snack I don't usually eat. Go with what has worked in the past... I'll need it all come the witching hour Sunday morning. 

Since Nick is also doing the race, the house has been kinda crazy. It's not just my bike and my gear that needs preparing, it's everything. Modifying our self supported 24 style racing to one big epic loop hasn't been too hard, just a lot of thought. We've been riding with and carrying all the gear we thought we might need since the start of the summer. Getting used to weight of the pack and making sure all the i's are dotted. Nick has also been focused on making me more self sufficient with everything. Just because we are both on the roster does not mean we will be riding together. Far from it. We are both riding our own races. I anticipate that Nick will beat me by three hours - but that all depends. Once the start comes, I will be on my own. I think that has been stressing Nick out more the me. He worries about me and wants me to be handle anything. Given by the piles of gear in the bedroom - I think we are both prepared. If not over prepared...