We met at White Castle at 9:30am Saturday morning, and convoyed out to Berryman. We arrived at the campground around noon and quickly set up camp. While setting everything up I discovered that one of my tent polls was broken, and realized that I need a new tent one that is free standing. It was next to impossible to get my tent pegs into the ground but without them my tent doesn't stand up.
After setting everything up spirits were high as we prepared to go ride the trails. The status of my wrist was cause for concern since I haven't been on my mountain bike for so long. All I could do was give it a try and see how things went. I was also under the impression that we were going out for a much shorter ride. This is how I know my team makes up in determination anything they lack in skills and experience. I'm the veteran the guy that gets out and does this stuff, and it was the other team members who are pretty new to this kind of thing who had no question that we were going to leave camp, ride the complete loop, and grill pork steaks when we were done.
Mark before the mechanical issues |
At some point we stopped and discussed how far we were going to ride. The only easy marker that I knew of was Brazil Creek which was roughly 10miles from where we started. This was my first inclination that this was going to be a much longer ride than I thought. I was game though. We rode for what seemed to be a long time and came across another group of riders who told us that we had about a mile to go before we hit the creek. The short stretch of road from the trail to the creek was a very welcome change especially for Mark since his bike had a rigid fork (Mark is hardcore for riding the trail on that bike).
Megan Crossing Brazil Creek |
The second part of the trail seemed to be easier with long downhill runs that you could really fly down. At times I was pretty far ahead of Megan and Mark because I just wanted to let it rip. At one point I caught a pretty good sized stick in my rear wheel/derailleur area resulting in a severely bent derailleur hanger and a broken spoke. Megan and Mark caught up to me and I told them that's usually what happens when you are the farthest away from the trail head. Luckily I could bend the hanger back in place and the shifting was good for the most part. There was really nothing I could do for the spoke, but anyone who knows me knows I have plenty of experience with broken spokes so I wasn't too concerned since it was just one.
My Trek |
We were all starting to wonder exactly how far it was to the end because daylight was in short supply. Megan and Mark were smart enough to bring their lights so I wasn't that worried about the darkness. I did have my headlamp so if it came down to it I did have a source of light.
After a long while we reached the Edward Beecher recreation area and once again had to refill our water supply at the spring. When we stopped I was very worried because I could see an "aura". This normally is a precursor to a migraine, and I didn't know how I would make it back if a migraine set in. I grabbed some Aleve from Mark and hoped for the best. Luckily a migraine never developed but I am at a loss for what caused the "aura". Daylight was fading fast and we were anxious to get back so we didn't stay long.
Which way? |
At one point someone asked who would be the first person to hallucinate in the race. I guessed it would be me because I have hallucinated at Berryman before when I thought I saw a bear that when I got closer turned out to be a log. I know what you are thinking "If you thought it was a bear why did you get closer?" The answer is simple, I had run about 40miles at the time of the "sighting" and I was to tired to care about being eaten by a bear. So as we were riding along I thought I saw someone standing on the side of the trail. I was wondering what he was doing out on the trail. Once we got up to where he was I realized he was actually a post. So needless to say I am super excited to find out what hallucinations a 36hour race will bring on.
We kept going and going and going. Keep in mind I had no watch and therefore had no concept of the passage of time other than now it was dark. Even with lights it was too dangerous to ride since Mark had no breaks so we went into death march mode.
On and on we kept going. When we saw the sign for the turn back to the campground we were very excited because we knew we were close. It seemed to take forever to cover that last stretch of trail. Finally there it was Mile marker 0 just a few more yards to the campground. We were so relieved to be back. It was around 8pm so we had been out there on the trail for 7hours.
Megan and Mark got the fire going to throw down some pork steaks and I heated up my Chik'N. The food tasted great. We were too tired for s'mores and we went sleep in our tents. Sunday we were going to meet up with Ryan for some paddling.
Before I settled in for the night I sent Beth a text to let her know that I was still alive. I slept restlessly but woke up refreshed, without any soreness at all. Mark and Megan felt refreshed too. A blessing from the trail as a reward for our hard day.
We broke camp and headed to the Bird's Nest to meet up with Ryan for Part 2 of the weekend's adventure...