AR Ramblings

Our team, Checkpoint Zero, had high hopes for the three-day Xstream Expedition in Moab, UT. Most of us had been in the area 3 months earlier for Primal Quest 2006 with daytime canyon temps exceeding 120 degrees F. We were looking forward to nice fall weather while exploring the area for a second time. Mother Nature can be a cruel bitch though. As the race started, she was gearing up for what would be called the 100 year storm. Before it was stopped, we endured rain, cold temps, high winds, rain, lightning storms on exposed mesas, flash floods, roads that were washed away, river take-outs that were washed away, more rain, more cold, more wind gusts that nearly blew us off the roads and sometimes pushed us up hills and stopped us on the downhills. We pedaled over 70km of hilly, mushy dirt roads that made it feel like pedaling with two flat tires. We saw huge waterfalls in the desert. Oh, and did I mention the rain?

The race started from the Red Cliffs Adventure Lodge with a bike ride up Castleton Road and a steep fireroad climb to about 8300ft in the La Sal mountains. From there we received additional maps for a Rogaine section that took us over 11,000ft at places. We made a strategic decision to skip two points that we believed would have taken longer to find than the two hour penalty we’d get for skipping them. Then it was a quick ride back down to the starting area to switch to inflatable kayaks. We paddled for about four hours down the Colorado river to the Gold Bar recreation area and boat launch. There were a few fun rapids, but it was mostly calm water paddling which is pure hell in those boats. I sometimes think that paddling an innertube with a cooler of beer in the center would be just as fast. As we got to the takeout, the winds picked up and rain started tearing through our support crews tarp. We took shelter in an extremely smelly pit toilet to stay warm until it died down enough to transition into our hiking gear without soaking everything we had with us. From there, we did a short 2km hike to the rappel site where we had a short so-called via ferrata section protected by a couple of crusty pitons. The sandstone was falling apart due to all the rain and I’m glad no one “tested” the holding power of those manky pins. Much to my relief, the actual rappel was protected by some 1/2″ bolts, though you could see where the rope was *quickly* wearing away at the soft stone. A large dictionary-size chunk of stone broke away under my foot as I was rapping down the face. I learned that I was not the first one to yell “ROCK” either. Yikes!

From there it was back to the TA to start a grueling bike leg up Long Canyon Road to Gemini Bridges, around the Gold Bar trail to Poison Spider mesa and back to the same TA again. However, just as we were preparing to leave, we were informed of the first weather-induced course change. Less than 20 hours into the race, the course was modified due to roads and trails being washed away and reports of huge car-sized boulders falling from the cliffs above. Our team, Checkpoint Zero, had decided to take it easy early in the race and put the hammer down on days 2 and 3. However, the weather caused our strategy to work against us, as we missed this unknown, weather-imposed cutoff by mere minutes and were forced to continue on a shortened course.

That was a huge motivation killer, but we got it back together fairly quickly and started a fast paceline back through Moab and up Sand Flats road. At the beginning of the Sand Flats climb, Beth noticed rain back in town and suggested we put on rain gear. At first we hesitated, because it was an extremely long climb and full rain gear would be too hot. But before we could look back a second time, fierce gusts of wind hit us, followed immediately by sideways rain. We could barely get our layers on fast enough and I was freezing for the next several hours, despite the multiple layers and continuous ascent. We climbed that open road for hours while lightning storms occasionally raged around us and scared the **** out of me. There was no shelter to be found and we were barely moving due to the soft, washed-away road surface. I think we all kept checking our tires, because it felt like riding uphill through mud with two flats. This was very mentally draining. Eventually, we hit La Sal Mountain Loop Rd and made it to CP 25. There we learned of another course change and were told to proceed directly back to the lodge.

The storm had completely destroyed the race course, causing the entire event to be shut down and racers sent straight back to the start/finish from wherever they happened to be at the time. We were disappointed that our 3 day race had been reduced to one day and knew that ranking teams would be a huge mess due to the different courses and the earlier rogaine section that allowed teams to make strategic decisions of going after difficult and time-consuming CPs or taking penalties which may have proved beneficial in the long term.

Despite our disappointment, we realized that race management did what was necessary to ensure the safety of all the racers. I also know that they were being pressured to rank teams despite the fact that there was no fair way to do so for most of them. Any decision they made would be protested by someone. The last I looked we had been ranked 7th place, though I don’t consider it to have any meaning due to the circumstances.

The following day, after resting, the entire team spent the day hiking at Arches National Park. Ironically, the weather was beautiful and we all had a wonderful time. The scenery was absolutely spectacular. Hopefully I’ll have some pictures to post at a later time. We saw numerous rock arches and attempted to boulder to the top of several. I had to help Ernie downclimb one particularly sketchy section by standing on an old, fallen tree that was wedged into a small slot canyon and let him use my body as a ladder :-). He eventually did manage to get to the top of a couple of arches however.

Beth made the point that as racers living in different parts of the country, we never get to just hang out together. All of our time together as a team is spent preparing for races, racing, and recovering. It was nice just to hang out and enjoy the scenery without rushing and suffering though it. “It is what it is” was what we told ourselves. Kind of Zen-ish, and kind of a reminder of the need to slow things down sometimes. It’s too easy to always get caught up in the competition and miss all the cool things happening around you.

I think we all made comments about not racing for a little while after this one, but I don’t think that feeling will last. Adventure racers quickly forget about all the pain, suffering, and any disappointment that occurred during a race. I think we’ll all be ready again in another month or so. So when is the next big race guys? We better start preparing for it!