Monday, May 24, 2010

28 days later...

Roan High Bluff from Broad Branch Rd.

The waxing gibbous indicates it's time for another loony adventure. For the last month, I've been able check off my daily run and workout regime. All that's left now is to enjoy the ride...


A Sunday afternoon drive from Bowlens Cr. to Burnsville, what I'll be "running" about 225 miles in, next Sunday evening I hope...

Sunday, May 16, 2010

french broad 50k


On Friday evening, Lily, Uwharrie and I made our way up to La Casa Hill in Asheville for the night. Many thanks to Annie, Asa, Suzanne and Adam for their hospitality! Come morning, it was time for us to mobilize for Adam’s May Mountain Marathon. Sultan arrived and we carpooled to join ten other runners at the start along the North Fork of the Mills River.

Hayley, me, Toby, Jeremy, Terry, Damian, Wendy, Jim, Adam, Dave, Andrew, Mohammed, Mike

It’s been a while since I’ve been along the North Fork of the Mills River and I was amazed to see how lush it is in the springtime. We enjoyed many a creek crossing (with occasional full body immersion) as we made our way up the Big Creek Trail above the Hendersonville reservoir. Even as the going got steep up to the parkway, our jovial pack stuck together.



Adam’s fun runs continue to get better and better. This one may have been the best yet with an excellent aid station at the Mt. Pisgah parking lot courtesy of Terry’s family. We got to enjoy the goodies before and after a three-mile obligatory roundtrip summit of Pisgah. The views vanished in the mist, which came as a welcome treat given the heat and humidity.



Half a marathon in, back at the parking lot aid station, our pack split up with most folks venturing down the Laurel Mountain Trail to loop back to the start. Mo, Uwharrie and I chose to venture down the well-loved 18-mile Shut-In Ridge to check on conditions for the upcoming SB6K trek. The skies darkened to the west and a light rain began to fall as we set off. Soon, lightning and thunder erupted all around us.  

We were climbing to the top of a peak when a simultaneous flash-boom had us crouching with eyes wide open. All in all, the thunderstorm came as a great relief for cooling us down and delaying dehydration. We ran on through a forest awash in wildflower bouquets: trilliums, bluets, azaleas, rhododendron, laurel and lousewort (among many others). The canopy, on the other hand, seemed lifeless in certain places where severe ice and snow had taken their toll. For this reason, I was pleasantly surprised by how few blow downs we encountered.



At Hardtimes Hollow, we rehydrated at a piped spring oasis. All three of us were low on fluids. Soon after, Adam rang on the cell and informed us he was en route to pick us up at Sandy Bottoms along the French Broad River two miles away. This worked out for a 50K option and afforded us the great opportunity after seven hours of slogging to join the rest of the crew at Marco’s Pizza for an honorary pint of French Broad brew followed by shot of wheat grass! Thanks everyone for the good times!

Monday, May 10, 2010

mt. gibbes 100k+++

Morning along Old Greenlee

As the crow flies, Mt. Gibbes, at just over 15 miles away, is the closest 6er to Marion. On foot, the distance is twice as far. Since the Overmountain Marathon, I’ve taken an interest in exploring routes from home. The SB6K challenge still looms and there are far off nooks and crannies to be explored, but for now, I’m content with keeping it simple and local.

 
The approach isn’t all pavement pounding

I set out just before 6AM Sunday morning from my front porch headed for the summit of Gibbes. I enjoyed the sunrise and sound of birds along the quiet country roads out of town. After two hours and fifteen miles, Sultan and I rendezvoused at the Jarretts Creek forest service road at Curtis Creek for a "50K" lollypop loop mostly on trails to the summit and back.

 
A Sultan Special: tomato, basil and cheese 

Mo had some gourmet calories and caffeine on hand. I drained the rest of the water from my hydration pack, stripped down to a singlet and switched over to just my hip belt. We began the long rolling approach on a grassy road to Heartbreak Ridge by 8:20 AM.

 
Our destination comes into sight

By 10 or so, we began climbing steadily towards the Parkway. The weather was fantastic and over a dozen varieties of wildflowers were seen blooming. The full green of spring hadn’t yet reached the highest ridges, which stood in stark contrast to the vernal lowlands. Although plenty warm on the climb, we were thankful to have packed our wind shirts.

 
Beautiful rhododendron

 
Is this some kind of laurel?

 
Sure don’t smell or look like a flower!

 
Nothing like singletrack in the spring! 

 
Mt. Gibbes as seen from the Parkway

We refilled our water bottles and dipped our heads under the icy water of Pinnacle Spring. By noon, we were running up the Parkway towards the MST and the Crest. There was no turning back now. Dozens of vehicles flew by us on their way up and back down Mitchell. We were soon once again at peace on the singletrack.

 
Mohammed on the MST below Potato Knob

 
Overlooking the Burnett Reservoir from the MST

 
Blow down between Potato Knob and Clingman's Peak

 
Definitely another biome!

As we ascended the east side of Potato Knob, I pulled out Carl’s GPS and noticed that we had already come nearly 20 miles (a total of 34 miles for me) and had climbed 7000 ft. I notified Mo of this and we agreed that this loop was going to be considerably longer than 50K. We found our way over Potato Knob and around Clingman’s Peak. By 1:30 PM, we were eating lunch on the spruce-capped summit of Mt. Gibbes. Both of us donned our wind shirts in the chill mountain air.

 
Descending Gibbes

 
Approaching Steppes Gap, Mt. Hallback beyond

After the break, we made our way down to Steppes Gap to refill with water at the ranger station. We continued down the Buncombe Horse Range Trail to the South Toe River. We had lost enough elevation so that we faced one last climb up and over the Parkway and Eastern Continental Divide to the Newberry Creek Trail. I was feeling pretty tired by this point, but embraced the long descent back down to Curtis Creek.

 
Crossing Chestnut Bald, Green Knob beyond

 
On the long road home

We finished the loop in 9 hours: 36 miles and 9000+ ft. of climb. Mo had mulled 20 oz. of water for me and made sure I had plenty of calories for the final push. He had to rush back to Charlotte, but left me well prepared for the last 14 miles. Thank you, Sultan! The return to Marion was not as glorious along the hot sunny roads. My body was feeling the effects of a 100-mile+ training week, something it hasn’t experienced in over two years. After 14.5 hours, 65 miles and over 10,000 ft. of climbing, it was time for… Jalapenos with Lily!

Saturday, May 08, 2010

catching up

While attending high school in PA, I wanted to go for a weekend backpacking trip on the AT, but never got the chance. That's why I admire Lily for providing MEC students with the opportunity last weekend despite her exhaustion from school. Uwharrie and I tagged along, interested in exploring the box canyon near Kawana, in Pisgah. 

 
New fastpack gear design?!?!

The students had almost too much fun.

 
The campsite was in a beautiful setting.
 
I'm learning that there's a lot more to this teaching thing.

Rhodos blooming above the gorge.

This past week was the last of our normal class schedule. Earth and Environmental Science students wrapped up their semester studying the effects of oil spills on ecosystems. As always, I wish we had more time. The video below, written and produced by MEC students, is an encouraging sign that at least some are learning from this tragic mistake. 

You can tell by the music, I had very little to do with this video!

Next week, our school is set to collect, box and ship hair to a temporary warehouse for Matter of Trust on the Gulf coast in Florida for hair booms. We're all hoping for the best right now. It may be time for a hair cut!

As for running, this past week of training has been solid. I've been commuting around town on foot, to and from school. The miles and time on my feet have added up. We had two strong runs along the wonderful singletrack of Kitsuma. Last Saturday evening, Uwharrie and I ran the uphill split in a new PR time of 41:40, which got me to thinking that maybe I was ready to join the elite sub-1:20 Kitsuma Klub.

The midget always wins

Today, two-time 1:18er Mad A joined Uwharrie and me for the traditional 10 mile Challenge. Adam set the pace for a 36:30 downhill split. He was about thirty seconds ahead of me at the turn-around. I knew I didn't have it in my legs at this point, but tried to keep up. A couple hikers with dogs slowed us down a little, but my maxed out and tired body is primarily to blame for crossing the finish over a minute behind Adam in 1:20:50.