A large gap between big races is usually grounds for the onset of
post-race depression, but Bonkhard Racing was kind enough to give me a
little AR fix between the Berryman Adventure
and Castlewood 8-Hour
races. While the Perfect 10 Rogaine
wasn't strictly an adventure race,
ten hours of orienteering in Lake of the Ozarks State Park
medicine for this girl. In fact, it was the perfect combination of race,
low-pressure learning experience, and fun hanging out with friends.
Bob, and I were the only Team Virtus
members who could make it, and Chuck
and Lori registered as well. Unfortunately, Lori ended up opting
to stay home to take pictures when their son's high school had the nerve
to schedule Homecoming on race day. Also MIA were the Hoosier Daddies,
who must not have wanted to miss their ballet lessons.
straight from work to meet the guys, and then we headed to Lake of the
Ozarks. After grabbing supper and pitching our tents/hammocks in the
dark, we hung out around the fire for a bit and then crashed. Big thanks
to Luke for talking me into putting the rain fly on my tent; it
definitely came in handy when my assertion that "it's not going to rain"
was proved wrong.
We got to the race HQ in plenty of time to get
checked in and get our maps right on time. The maps were pre-plotted,
but checkpoints had differing values (ranging from 10-100 points), so
strategy was key. As the guys started talking over route choices, I
wandered around filling water bladders, getting numerous things I'd
forgotten from the car, and putting on lipstick. Yeah, I know it's
stupid, but it makes me feel better about pictures. Overall, it was
pretty typical pre-race behavior for me.
Ostensibly, we were all
competing as solo racers, but I had every intention of sticking with one
of the guys. I definitely need to practice my navigation, but my last
solo outing wasn't confidence inspiring. For this race, I was excited to
have my own copy of the map (in AR, the team has only one map or set of
maps; in a rogaine, each team member gets a map). I have a lot of
trouble visualizing what the map is showing me, and I have a hard time
connecting what I'm seeing in front of me with what's on the map. I was
hoping a day of comparing the map to our progress would help.
wanted to get in some solo nav practice, so we planned to attack the
first few points together and then split up afterwards. Gary gave his
last-minute instructions (which I missed because I was running some
stuff back to the van), then everybody sang the National Anthem (which I
also missed because I was running back to the van to grab the map I'd
left there), and then the race started. Everybody ran underneath the
start/finish arch and headed off for their first point. We began with a
half-hearted jog that didn't last long.
|Pretty much in last place already...|
***Ok, this was a
great race, but before I got halfway into my report I was kind of boring
myself. Here's the Cliff Notes version, and then you can look at the
pictures unless you're interested in the details, which I 'm going to write down because I'll probably want them in the future
1. We'd talked about running but didn't much.
2. Our navigation (by "our" I mean Luke's and Bob's) was pretty spot on except for one hiccup where we missed a turn.
3. Bob found a skeletal deer head with antlers attached and carried "Buck" strapped to his pack the rest of the day.
Towards the end, when we were going to have to push to get back in time
and all of our feet were hating us, we did a run/walk combo that's
hopefully going to become more a part of our general race strategy as
Bob and I get into better shape (because Luke's a marathoner, you know).
I got some great learning experience following along on the map and
asking questions as we went along. I'm really lucky to have teammates
who are such good, patient teachers.
6. The weather was pretty awesome. Even the rain later in the day felt good.
We covered 18+ miles on foot in just under 10 hours. That may not
sound like much, but remember we're frequently bushwhacking and checking
the map and looking for needles in haystacks. We made it back to the
finish line with 10 minutes to spare.
8. I came in 2nd (out
of 2 in my division) to a girl who registered pretty much as late as
possible. This solved a moral dilemma for me, because while I was
racing "solo" officially, in reality Luke and Bob basically led me
through the woods, and I wouldn't have felt right winning a prize as a
"solo racer" when I was anything but.
9. We ate ourselves silly on some delicious food.
Bonkhard puts on a fantastic race, and if you weren't there this year
you missed out. Don't make the same mistake next year.
Our navigation was spot on for the first few points, and after one of them Bob made an awesome discovery.
He carried Buck with him for the rest of the race.
|It made me nervous to walk behind him; every time I leaned forward on a hill I envisioned being gored in the eye.|
with my attempts to track our progress on the map, I had a hard time
matching up where we were on the trails like the guys could. Trail
intersections I get, but Luke and Bob are a lot better at watching the
direction of the trails to make sure we're going the way we think we're
going. After getting Buck secured on Bob's pack, we came out of the
woods onto a trail. "You know, this would be a good spot to run for a
little," I suggested.
Running a little was a great reminder of how
much more work it is to run with a pack, which then makes me think how
much easier it would probably be to run if I lost about 20-30 pounds.
The running idea didn't last long, and when we stopped, Bob spoke up:
"I'm wondering why we're going north?"
Looking at the map, we
realized that the trail we needed to pick up was marked with the dotted
lines Gary had told us weren't very accurate. Taking a moment to orient
ourselves, we then headed off into the woods. Nice catch, Bob! Luke
had explained to me and showed me on the map what we were doing, but I
only understood it in the same way I understood high school
physics...enough to sort of get it, but not enough to do it on my own.
Either way, we found checkpoint 18 right on the trail and then shortly
turned onto a gravel road.
We initially overshot checkpoint 29 but
quickly figured out the problem and then hiked down the road to
checkpoint 19, which was under a cool swinging bridge. Knowing that I'm
afraid of heights the guys tried to freak me out about being on the
bridge, but I just ignored them and kept going til I was back on solid
We ran into Chuck on the road and spent a few minutes visiting
while Chuck admired Bob's rack, then parted ways.
|Luke, Chuck, and Bob|
checkpoint 39 easily and then split up in search of #6, our first
100-point CP. Luke and I were attacking from the road, while Bob wanted
to aim off of some private property down the road.
|"The last time we saw Bob..."|
walked off, Luke turned to me. "Well, what do you think?" The point
was located at the junction of a few reentrants. Looking at the map, I
stumbled around..."Um...head down?" That's basically what we did, and
we miraculously walked straight to the CP and visited with Team Roadkill
(one of the many times we ran into them during the race) while we
snacked and waited for Bob.
Next up was CP5. We had to pass
through a cool, burned-out area and then through some thick brush. Luke
paused for a moment for a map check, and Bob spotted the flag about 15
feet to our right.
|Part of the burned area we walked through.|
Since that was the last CP in this section of
the map, we had to backtrack on our original route to get to some new
CPs. Easy...just retrace your steps, right?
|Crossing a creek..in order to avoid crossing a creek...that's how we roll.|
Not so easy, actually, as
we made our only real misstep of the day by missing a turn...typical
mistake for me since I tend to pay less attention on roads or trails.
Unfortunately, during our trek to get back on track, Bob fell on a
sideslope and hurt his knee. :(
|Cool area to walk through. Hey, how can you tell that's a low overhang?|
When we finally got back to where
we meant to be, we decided to split up to get to the next point. Luke
and I planned to take the trail (well marked, fairly smooth going, more
predictable terrain than a bushwhack) while Bob wanted to try skirting
the airport fence (more direct, possibly clear, maybe not). We all ended
up in the same place at about the same time. Unfortunately, "the same
place" was a thorn-infested nightmare.
|Looks like a fun path, huh? Just as I was thinking it, Luke turned and said it reminded him of a section of the Deuce.|
|Cool old car in the middle of nowhere.|
Once we found CP4, we
had some strategizing to do. We had originally intended to loop back
to the hash house/race HQ for lunch but were rethinking this plan.
While the promised chili and mac & cheese sounded pretty glorious,
we only had about 4 hours left to race. Between the time to trek back
(collecting points along the way) and then to eat, we wouldn't have much
race left. All of us were a little bummed by how quickly the race
seemed to be passing by.
A check of our packs and a little
math reassured us that we had plenty of calories for the next four
hours. Since we were all low on water, that made our next move pretty
clear: head to CP17, which was also a water stop. Again we took
separate routes, and this time Bob arrived at the very cool quarry CP
quite a bit ahead of us.
|Lots of neat things to see in this race.|
|Luke was really thirsty.|
In fact, he was just leaving when we arrived.
Lucky for him, he stopped, because he'd been headed in the wrong
direction (which I'm sure he'd have quickly realized). Once
again we got to visit with the Roadkill guys, and they left before us. I
think their plan had been to head back towards HQ and collect the CPs
along the way.
We had some discussion about our best plan of attack.
There was one more 100-pointer within reach, and it was mostly road
travel to get there. My suggestion, which we eventually used, was to go
after that one and then collect anything possible on our way back. Since CP 23 was between us and the road we needed, we hit that one, too.
|This only barely shows how pretty these trees were, and we walked through a big stand of them.|
was a little ambitious, especially with the thought of getting any more
CPs, because it was going to be a pretty long trek back. It wasn't the
most enjoyable hike, either, because much of it was along a pretty busy
highway. It did, however, give us the opportunity to see a dead turkey
vulture on the way out and
a dead raccoon with its head stuck
in a jar on the way back. Chances are our team would be significantly
faster if we didn't spend so much time collecting and taking pictures of
dead things, but we were all in learning/practice mode rather than race
mode (not that that really would make a difference).
us straight to CP2, which included a long bushwhack from the road. All
of our entry points from roads and trails showed me how much more I
have to learn. Looking at the map I could see that we needed to take
the road until such and such a feature and then cut off into the woods
from there, but actually recognizing
that feature from the road is another thing altogether.
|Pretty scenery, but I was over the road.|
found, we had to hustle to get back to the finish line. Just over 5
miles of road in 1:20 doesn't sound so bad to the runner in me, but it's
a whole different thing coming after 8 hours of thorns and hills. We
were all pretty sore; I know me feet and always achy left knee were
really unhappy with me, especially because of the sideways slope of the
road...just enough to make it hurt. Worried about making it back to the
finish on time, we started alternating jogging and walking. It pretty
much sucked, but it didn't really feel worse than walking and ate up a
lot of road. That lasted until we got to 2 miles to go in 50 minutes,
and then we went back to our walk.
We crossed the finish line
with 10 minutes to spare. 18+ hours of hiking/trekking/running in
9:50. It was a really fun race to do, but as much as the biking and
paddling portions of an adventure race can stress me out, they
definitely give your feet a much-needed break. 10 hours on foot is no
Supper was delicious, and while I didn't catch any of
the cool stuff Ellen threw out Bonkhard did give everyone a UTM tool, so
now I have one to add to my gear tub. We clapped for Chuck, who won
2nd in his division, talked to Gary and Ellen for a while, and headed
back to our campsite (which we never actually saw in daylight). We had
just enough time to clean up at the showerhouse before it started pouring,
ending our campfire plans and sending us all to (much needed) bed.
guess Luke slept pretty well, but Bob's hammock was leaking like crazy,
and my tent was flooding from the bottom. I'd tucked the excess tarp
underneath the tent when I set it up, but I guess the tucked-under
section blew out while we were gone. It basically funneled the rain
right under my tent, where it had nowhere to go but up through the
The sleeping pad I was on kept me partly out of the
water, but my sleeping bag hung over the sides and got progressively
wetter as the night went on. Instead of snuggling inside it, I covered
up with a flannel sheet and spent the night squeezing myself into the
ever-shrinking dry section of my bed. I don't know how many times I
woke up, checked the time, and sighed at the thought of 6 more hours of
this...5 more hours of this...I was definitely happy when it was finally
time to get up!
Thanks to our early start, we were back in
Jefferson City in plenty of time for Bob to get to work, Luke to unload
the car before his kids were up, and me to make it on time to the Queeny
Park Bubba CX race, for which I'd left my bike in the car...just in
case. I felt surprisingly good, but I was definitely tired and the race
was sure to be muddy. I hate riding in the mud. I headed east not sure what I was going to do.
Nice cliffhanger ending! I would have bagged it after the wet night in the tent.ReplyDelete
I love that you put lipstick on. I always shave my legs before a race. :^)
Thank you for including a pic that had the deer head in it. I would have felt short-changed otherwise.
I know what happens next!ReplyDelete
Glad I follow on FB so I know what is coming up. Loved this report though and my son was STOKED about "Buck". Beautiful scenery in the Ozarks this time of year. Glad you had a great time with the guys. My son just came home from Boy Scouts and asked me to print out the workbook for the orienteering merit badge. Maybe I should pay attention and try one of these things sometime. I'm just not a big fan of pee'ing in the woods. LOLReplyDelete
Your posts on FB about the tent and the bathtub were too funny. I don't think I am hard core enough to put up with that. I KNOW I am not. You are great and I am really glad you found your wallet. Good feeling to have no one has all your stuff out there.ReplyDelete
i also find that writing race reports for single-sport events can be boring!! but you guys have the best times out there, i'm jealous of bob's rack!ReplyDelete
I think this is a PR Race Report, isn't it? Ah...no worries, I loved every second of it. I hardly get on FB so I wasn't aware of your big adventure this week but as always, you didn't disappoint (like that's an option :)). I am dying laughing at the deer head...I would have been super grossed out thinking it contained some serious lice or something - ha. Keep on keeping on, SK! Looking forward to your next adventure!!ReplyDelete
I feel shortchanged because there was no picture of the raccoon with its head in a jar. I'd love to know the story behind that.ReplyDelete
What kind of jar was it stuck in?
Sorry, just because I race with guys doesn't mean I share their fascination with dead things. :) But don't worry, Casey...Luke got a picture. It was a plastic peanut butter type jar...looked like it had stuck its head in to eat and then maybe got caught and suffocated.ReplyDelete