Jason and I taking a break while skiing at Abasin on 3/29 (Kate behind the camera)

It’s been a while since I’ve updated this blog, but that doesn’t mean the shenanigans have stopped. From skinning/skiing at Loveland/Absin, to romping around the snowy Boulder hills and even a jaunt out of the bubble to Fort Collins to run the Quadrock course. The spring has been fun so far, but nothing to write about until now 🙂

Quadrock50 preview run on 4/5/14.

As ultrarunners we’re know for doing many silly things, so when the Rocky Mountain Runners proposed a nice multi-lap day on Mt Sanitas in Boulder, I figured it’d be good Hardrock training so why not? Mt Sanitas is one of Boulder’s icon hills, sitting right on the edge of town, rising 1300ft in less than a mile and a half, a full loop only covering a mere 3miles. The plan was to run ten loops (30miles, 13000ft of elevation gain) on Saturday 4/12, but for some reason I decided to try and make it an even dozen, just because.

Sunrise from the lower flanks of Mt Sanitas, end of Lap #1

I arrived at the trailhead at 5:35am to get a warmup sunrise lap in before the rest of the crew arrived around 6:30am, off I went at 5:43am. The morning air was calm and warm, and soon I was down to tank top, shorts and gloves. As I descended off the summit for the first time on that day a warm glow lit up the clouds to the east. I returned to my car to resupply at 6:25am, a 42min first lap, a bit faster than I’d anticipated doing. So I grabbed a new water bottle, two gels and off I went back up again, rinse and repeat.

Basecamp at the bottom of Mt Sanitas, resupply and rest time.

The main Mt Sanitas trail is a mixture of steep rocky stairs with a few flat smooth runnable sections thrown in for good measure, while the descent off the East ridge trail drops quickly down on loose and rocky footing before leveling off for a nice smooth run down the Sanitas Valley, this would be the day’s route. I felt good the first six laps, strong power hike uphill (25-27min) and bombing the downhill (16-18min). As I started up lap #7 I could tell the fatigue was setting in and the pace was slowing, but I just continued along at a steady pace. The next few laps found me leap frogging with several other lappers who had started with the main group at 6:30am, it was good to have company on these last laps to help push me forward. With my legs tiring I opted to make #11 my final lap, so as I crested the summit and plopped down on the rocks at the top for the final time that day a smile crept across my face. It had been a beautiful day, on a beautiful, but challenging mountain and my legs had held up well. I cruised down the rocky East Ridge one more time, reaching the trailhead at 2:49pm, 9h06min after starting, average lap time of around 50min.

Looking down the East Ridge Trail, the descent route for the day.

One last summit, so glad that I don’t have to see that stupid summit post again, Lap #11.

People always ask if doing laps/repeats of this nature is boring, to which I answer, no, but it offers other challenges and advantages. Logistics become very easy when you stop in at a basecamp every 45-60min, people of different paces can all run ‘together’ and share a challenging experience, whether you complete 1-4 laps or 10-11. And while I knew the footing and route very well by the day’s end, each lap offered up a new experience in how I felt, people to chat with and new subtleties that were not apparent on the previous laps. That being said, I’ll be ok not summiting Mt Sanitas for quite some time now, ready to explore some different terrain and get back to some skiing. Miwok in 3weeks and Hardrock in 13weeks, but who’s counting? Thanks to Vfuel for powering these crazy adventures and keeping me fueled and bonk free all day and to Hind apparel for their continued support. Run fast, run healthy, but mostly run happy.

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Last day of work and only seven, yes seven days until the start of UTMB. I’m just a little excited to be catching a flight to Switzerland Sunday to begin my 3 weeks of travel with family and friends.

Nick crushing Hope Pass, we were shortly in 8th place until a hip injury ended Nick’s Leadville 100 race early.

Quick recap of last weekend; I headed to Leadville to pace/crew Nick Pedatella at the Leadville 100, the third race in his attempt to complete the Grand Slam of ultrarunning (Western States, Vermont, Leadville, Wasatch). He started off really strong, and I picked up him at the Winfield turnaround in 10^th place. We hammered it up Hope Pass, but as we cruised down the backside I could tell something wasn’t quite right as he began to have a bit of a hitch in his gait. By the time we got to Twin Lakes inbound he was experiencing sharp pains in his hip joint, which would ultimately force him to drop out of Leadville and the Grand Slam. Nick’s had a rough year, and I hope he comes back stronger next year, as he’s one hell of a runner.

Nick Clark cruising around Turquoise Lake to a 2nd place finish at the Leadville 100.

Grand Slammer Dennis Ahern running up the Boulevard at the Leadville 100.

While the organization of Leadville leaves much to be desired (my thoughts on that are well known), the runners and their efforts inspired me and rekindled my enthusiasm for racing. From the amazingly fast finishes by Grand Slam runners Ian Sharman and Nick Clark, to the 29hour finishes of those who had struggled through a long night just to walk down that red carpet for the first time and be called 100mile finishers; the stories of strength, perseverance and triumph abound. The last race I ran was Quadrock back in May, and it was far from a good race for me personally, so I’m definitely looking to redeem myself at UTMB.

Here I stand, a mere week away from participating in the biggest race I’ve even been apart of, feeling rested, healthy and extremely excited just to toe the line and see what happens. While my volume has not been quite as high as I would have liked (780miles and 225,000ft gain since June 1^st), I need to trust that the quality of training I’ve put in will pay dividends. The next time I check-in here it’ll be from somewhere in Europe! I’ll post a link to the race tracking website later, for now here’s a little video from the 2011 UTMB to make you jealous. Happy trails to everyone, run fast, run healthy, but mostly run happy. A special thanks to Hind clothing for supporting my adventures and VFuel Endurance gel for keeping me energized throughout the long days.

This was not how I pictured these past two weekends going when I set out to try and finish the 14ers back in June. I couldn’t have picked a worse weather window, 50-70% chance of thunderstorms and rain/snow likely in the afternoon, a report that lived up to its billing. Even though I skipped the Little Bear-Blanca traverse last weekend due to unsatisfactory conditions (wet with graupel), I was still able to summit all three peaks in the group. Then on our night hike Brian and I got rained on for almost three hours, but still managed to summit again. This weekend’s weather report was equally as horrid, but Steve and I forged ahead, aimed at finishing the Wilson group on Saturday.

Headed toward the Rock of Ages saddle and the Wilson Group.

On Saturday we got a little later start than I’d hoped for, and weren’t moving quite as strong as I thought we needed to be given the forecast. We made WilsonPeak in 2:50, then Mt Wilson in 5:40, but by that time a huge dark thunderhead was building to our North and appeared to be sweeping our way. As we sat in the Mt Wilson saddle and pondered our future, a bolt of lightning snapped toward the ground near the head of the valley, decision made, down we went, no Mt Wilson-El Diente traverse and no El Deinte today. As we bottomed out in Navajo basin the clouds rolled over, the peaks

Summit of Mt Wilson, #2 of the day, note the storm clouds gathering (11am)

disappeared, and hail began to fall. As we started up the trail toward the Rock of Ages saddle the hail picked up, and the echo of thunder shook the valley, but no visible lightning yet.

Nasty thunder and a wall of rain coming at Navajo basin.

We slowly moved up hill, staggered about 100ft apart, when a bolt struck the Wilson-Diente ridge behind us sending us both into a crouch. We proceeded to remain in our crouched position at 12600ft watching lightning strike the surrounding peaks and ridges as the hail steadily pelted us. Finally, after about an hour, the clouds began to lift and the worst of the storm had moved off to the South, so we booked it up and over the Rock of Ages saddle and back down to our car. In total it had been a nine hour day with our hour+ break, and El Diente (an unofficial 14er) was left out there.

Looking up at San Luis Pass from West Willow Creek.

After much thought and debate on what to do I decided that my list would have to be incomplete for this year, no El Diente and also minus two of the four ‘classic 14er traverses’ (Little Bear-Blanca and Mt Wilson-El Diente). With only one free day left I opted to continue as planned with a nice morning run up San Luis Peak. I was originally thinking of running up Bondholder Meadow, but that approach seemed a little too circuitous, so I opted for the West Willow Creek approach out of Creede. A beautifully runnable trail that partially follows the CT, I hit the snow capped summit of San Luis Peak at 9:06am (2h02min) and plopped down, having summited my 53^rd and final official 14er. Saturday’s storms had left all the high peaks with a thin coat of

Snowy summit of San Luis Peak, looked South toward a foggy Creede. My 53rd and final Ranked 14er.

snow above 13500ft, and all the rain had left a thick blanket of fog over the valleys below. It would have made for a perfect finish, if things had gone as planned on the two big traverses the past two Saturdays. Unfortunately, it was just another beautiful day at 14000ft.

While I finished the ‘official’ 14ers on Sunday with San Luis, it didn’t feel like a completion, as my original list and intention was to summit the 58 recognized 14000ft summits AND complete the four classic 14er traverses; Crestone Needle-Peak, Maroon Bells traverse, Little Bear-Blanca and Mt Wilson-El Diente. Because of the weather and conditions the past two weekends I’d missed out on the last two and had not summited El Diente. While I don’t regret the choices I made (definitely was the right decision), I’m still bummed to have to leave my list close, but not quite, finished. The mountains will be there next year and I will definitely return for the two big traverses, hopefully in better conditions than the past two weeks have provided. But with pacing

Looking back at a snow capped San Luis from the CT.

duties in Leadville next weekend, then a flight to France the following, my next free weekend won’t be until September 21^st, most likely too late for such ambitious routes. For now I’ll have to be satisfied with completing the 53 ranked CO 14ers, leaving the celebration for next year. Let the taper begin, as I’m off to France in 13days and UTMB starts in 18days!

Descending West Maroon Pass on the Aspen Four Pass Loop, 7/20/13.

Over the past several weeks I’ve had the good fortune to experience a lot of fun mountain adventures, from the Aspen Four Pass loop and Pyramid Peak on 7/20/13 to climbing nine 14ers in 18hours37min on 7/26/13. I started this summer with twelve 14ers (+El Diente) remaining unclimbed on my peak list, and have finally whittled it down to four after this weekend. While the climbs and plans did not go as planned it was a very successful weekend none the less.

Brian at the base of Little Bear’s NW Face.

After sending out some personal emails I was able to talk my friend Brian into joining me for the weekend of technical peaks and a little bit of adventure. We met in South Denver Friday afternoon, hopped into my Subaru and booked it down to the Sangre de Cristo mountains, bound for Lake Como Rd. We started up the first 1.5 miles of smooth dirt road no problem, though it soon turned to softball sized loose cobbles. We slowly bounced up the road, bypass a few rocky spots without issue until we finally came to the dry wash at 8800ft. Upon inspection I deemed the Forester could high side on the left (driving up toward Como) to bypass a few larger boulders on the right, and got through without issue. Within 100ft the road again pitched up, this time with more large rocks and craters, ones I did not feel driving the Subaru over, so we parked right near the dry wash and the ‘black bear’ sign to camp for the night. If you have a slightly higher clearance vehicle (larger SUV, Toyota Tacoma, etc) you should be able to make 10000ft with some careful driving as there are only a few problem spots, just too much for a Subaru.

Brian climbing along the ridge to Little Bear at the top of the NW face.

We woke the next morning at the crack of 3:40am, threw together the gear, shouldered the helmets and began hiking up the Lake Como Rd at 4:03am. The road was long, rocky, and tedious, but went by quickly and at 5:50am we passed Lake Como and continued up toward the NW face of Little Bear, our first route. We left the trail around 12100ft and headed toward the black stain at the base of the NW face. The headwall just right of the black stain was our first obstacle, but we were able to surmount it with just some easy class 4 scrambling and soon found ourselves climbing up the ribs and gulleys of the NW face. After a few 100ft we traversed left into a larger bowl and the main gulley on the NW face that takes one to Little Bear. The climbing was mostly solid and very continuous as we ascended a mix of class 3-4 terrain, which was complicated by the fact that heavy rains the previous night had made all the rock and lichen a little damp. As we neared the top we took a leftward ascending route that eventually popped us out on the Little Bear-Blanca traverse ridge, 3 small towers from the summit. There was no easy route up from here, over one tower, then around the crux tower across the class 5 move, which was damp from the previous night’s graupel and rain making it all kinds of sketchy. After tip-toeing around the ledges, we finally topped out on Little Bear at 7:30am.

Descending the Hourglass on Little Bear, very wet.

We sat and pondered our fate for a few minutes, finally deciding that the wet rock on the ridge traverse was uncomfortable enough to make it a “No Go” today, so down the Hourglass we went. We carefully hopped down the rubble filled slopes at the top, reaching the Hourglass proper where we scrambled down rocks on climbers left to avoid the strong flow of water coming down the couloir. We’d spoken with a party earlier in the day who said that a new rope had been placed as of 8/2/13, the shiny orange rope was in fact there. We scrambled most of the way down without use of the rope (climbers left) but finally gave in near the bottom where the couloir constricts forcing one into the flowing waterfall. The traverse back to the main road went quickly, and at 8:45am we once again turned up the dirt road, this time bound for Ellingwood and Blanca.

Climbing the SW Ridge of Ellingwood.

Looking across to Little Bear and the ridge traverse from Blanca.

With our change of plans, the SW ridge of Ellingwood became the preferred ascent route, so at 12600ft we left the trail and for a dark band of rock that provided an easy direct line onto the SW ridge. The SW ridge is a very solid and fun route, with moments of exposure, rock scrambling that can be kept at class 3, though a few class 4 moves might be required if you stick to the ridge proper the entire way. We picked our way up the ridge, staying high most of the time and finally scrambled our way to the summit of Ellingwood at 10:30am. Despite the crowds on the trails below and on Blanca, we were alone atop Ellingwood, a pleasant surprise. We descended off Ellingwood via the high route, following the ridge much of the way, until we hit one tower that forced us down the gulley 50-100ft to traverse around before starting our climb back up to the ridge and toward Blanca. We slogged our way up the North face of Blanca, topping out at 11:15am, again with the summit to ourselves.  As we descended the trail back down toward Lake Como low clouds began to roll in, obscuring the summits and pouring over the ridges. The long hike/run out went fairly uneventfully down the road, only interrupted by a short break to watch a highly modified jeep pick its way through Jaws (impressive), though we did beat the jeep back down to the 8800ft mark.

Suped up Jeep on Jaws on Como Rd, one of the hardest 4wd Rds in the state.

Back at the car we celebrated our successful day with some food and a cold drink. After a few short naps and a five hour break Brian and I headed out at sunset for one more mountain, summiting at 12:30am and back at our car just after 4am. In total the modified route Saturday AM compiled 18miles and 9200ft while the evening run was an additional 18.5miles and 6200ft, leaving me with just four more peaks until I complete them (Mt Wilson, Wilson Peak, El Diente and San Luis). A special thanks to Hind outerwear for supporting my adventures and VFuel Endurance gel for keeping me energized throughout the long days.

My intended traverse route on 6/16 Champion to Oklahoma.

For several years now I’ve argued that I’m not “a runner”, yes I run, but the #1 thing that defines me is NOT running. As with most athletic kids I was forced to run for soccer and volleyball (my two primary sports) and did dabble on the Cross Country team in high school. Though I missed half the Cross Country meets for volleyball matches and always considered Cross Country more of a workout to prepare myself for all day volleyball tournaments. It wasn’t until 2006 that I actually started to run on a regular basis and train for races (La Jolla Half Marathon and Bishop High Sierra 50mi). While this makes me relatively new to running, I’ve been camping, hiking and scrambling around in the outdoors as long as I can remember.

Fun class 2/3 ridge scrambling ahead over Pt13476. I made it to the base of Deer (far left) before getting stormed off the ridge, 6/16/13.

Not much has changed since my youth playing in the Sierras and around Lake Tahoe, the only difference is, I can do it a lot faster and further than I used to. If I have my choice on the weekends I’m off to the mountains to climb a peak, scramble an exposed ridgeline or to find some obscure lake in the middle of nowhere. My average pace usually a pedestrian 2.5-5mph, barely a jog if at all. I carry items foreign to most runners; a map, emergency blanket, emergency light, whistle, garbage bag (a what?), small 1^st aid kit and sometimes an ice axe/crampons. But these aren’t the reasons I don’t call myself a runner, it’s how I approach these weekend adventures. I go out for the freedom of the hills, the thin air, the high altitude peaks, the route finding, the scrambling, the adventure of the unknown but most often NOT to run. Sure I end up running on many of my trips because I’ve trained my body to do so, its quicker and allows me to cover more ground in a day, but if it came down to it and I was incapable of running during one of my mountain outings I’d be perfectly content.

Looking back at the ridge and Deer Mt (right), running away from the rain and snow coming my way. 6/16/13.

Even in town, my training consists of endless laps up and down Bear Peak, Green Mt and Mt Sanitas, routes that find me walking and hiking almost as much as running. This is not to say I don’t enjoy running, but I enjoy many activities; volleyball, dance, rock climbing, skiing and many more. All of these items contribute to who I am, but like running, they are not what defines my primary love/ambition in the outdoors.

Me climbing some class 3/4 slab on Giraud Peak in the Sierras, circa 2006.

Hello, my name is Eric Lee and I am a peak bagger, one who’s climbed more than 400 mountains in over a dozen states and several countries in Europe. I run because I enjoy it and it allows me more flexibility to climb many peaks in one go (I once did 14), but what really makes me tick is the adventure of finding one’s way up an obscure rarely visited craggy peak with panoramic views and nothing but silence in the thin still air. Everyone has the right to pick their own labels and to define themselves how they wish, just don’t label me a runner 🙂

Panorama of the North Halfmoon Crk drainage with; Deer, Oklahoma, Massive, K49 in view from left to right. Storm brewing behind the ridge to the left.

A quick note on my training, as I guess I’m tapering now, what for, I’m not really sure. I have not moved on the Hardrock waitlist (still #2), and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t getting nervous that I won’t be running yet again this year (6^th year in a row). But it’s out of my control and I feel as though I’ve done everything necessary to get myself ready, I just need Dale Garland’s Golden Ticket. After going big last week I took it back a notch this week, logging a solid 72miles and 21000ft of elevation gain, capping off a four week training stint of 280miles and 97000ft of elevation gain. After suffering some major dehydration on Saturday (6/15) running the Boulder peaks, I took myself up high to attempt four rarely visited 13ers near Mt Massive; Mt Champion, Pt13736, Deer Mt, Mt Oklahoma. Unfortunately the weather did not cooperate, so I was only able to complete half the traverse before a blast of snow and rain hit me just after 10am. The mountains will still be there next week, better to play it smart and live to climb another day. Next weekend I’m hoping to make my way down to the San Juans to start my summer project of finishing off the Colorado 14ers, 12 remaining.

Running around the shoulder of McCurdy Peak.

With only five weeks left until the Hardrock 100, I still sit in the precarious position of being 2^nd on the first timer wait list, so close, but no certainty of getting in. The only thing I can control is to keep training, and with five weeks to go I had an ambitious training plan for the week, 90miles and 30k ft of gain. The week started off well, with runs of Green Mt, Flagstaff Mt, Bear Pk and Mt Sanitas, 38miles and 11k ft of gain. Saturday’s plan was to hit the Lost Creek Wilderness for a big loop of approximately 36miles and 9-10k ft of gain. I left the Ute TH at 5:45am headed straight up to the flanks of Bison Peak. As I settled in for the 3k ft climb, I could tell my legs had some lingering fatigue from training, but they still moved well. I hit the high point of my route on the flanks of Bison Peak after only 1:31. I contoured my way around Bison and McCurdy, a high elevation playground adorn with old tree skeletons and towering hunks of granite. I was above 11k for most of the first few miles before dropping down to the McCurdy Park junction. My legs were still feeling good so I made good time to the Lake Park junction, where I kicked back into hiking mode.

Descending through the trees and greenery in Hankins Gulch.

The Lake Park trail was one of the many locations in Colorado that was struck by the Microburst event in November 2011. For 1/2mile every tree larger than 18” in diameter was torn up from the roots, and just like last year I had to pick my way around the blow down, which had not been cleared from the trail. I cruised on down through Lake Park to Hankins Pass and down Hankins Gulch to the junction with Goose Creek. The Goose Creek trail slowly climbs upriver, mostly high above the water and very exposed to the sun. I made steady progress, finally peaking out at the saddle above Refrigerator Gulch. This year I turned up the McCurdy Park trail rather than continuing on the Goose Creek trail to Wigwam and Lost Creek.

In Upper Goose Creek making my way over to Refrigerator Gulch and McCurdy Park

The McCurdy Park trail started out with a series of undulations, down 300ft, up 200ft, down 400ft, up 400ft, finally dumping me out at the cave along Lost Creek. Having never been through this section, it appeared as though the trail crossed the river and headed up the opposite bank. So I began to for through the knee deep water. About 2/3 of the way across I stepped on a moss covered rock and down I went, soaking myself to the navel  oh well, its just water. As I sloshed out the opposite side I realized my camera and ipod were both in my back pocket!!! I hurriedly pulled them out wiped them off and set them on a rock to dry. I found a dry spot in my pack and stowed them away, hoping I hadn’t done irreparable damage. As I followed the trail out the other side of the creek it passed through a campsite then turned sharply down stream, something wasn’t right. A quick glance at the map proved such, I was supposed to stay on the North side of the river. So back I went, fording through at a much shallower easier spot, quickly locating the actual trail and heading back uphill as the cold river water dripped down my legs and slowly evaporated.

The Cave on Lost Creek, the scene of my camera’s demise.

As I slowly made my way up the undulating McCurdy Park trail my energy waned and my slow jog because a hiking slog. When I finally reached McCurdy Park I was extremely fatigued and did all I could just to keep climbing back to the Bison Peak saddle, where the final big downhill greeted me, 3200ft back to the car. No matter how tired I feel I always seem to be able to let my legs roll downhill, today was no exception. The miles passed quickly and at 10h42min after leaving my car I crossed Taryall Creek and collapsed on the tailgate of my Subaru. The day had been more than anticipated; 5400kcal burned, 1800kcal consumed, 38.5miles, 11700ft of gain in 10h 42min. My bonk the last several hours was the result of improper food planning (ran out of VFuel with 4h to go) and insufficient calories, but overall my legs felt decent considering the mileage and elevation. Lesson learned, no matter how strong you think you are and how experienced one may be, the mountains and trails have their own agenda.

Making our way through the Boulderfield toward the Keyhole.

Sunday was to be a ‘easy’ day of sorts. Meaning not a whole lot of running, but a steady hike to get in some additional elevation and miles. At the ungodly hour of 4:10am we left Boulder headed for the Longs Peak TH. It was already warming when we hit the trail at 5:49a bound for the standard Keyhole route. My legs were a bit sluggish as we started uphill, but I finally managed to shake off some of that fatigue and move at a steady clip. We reached the Keyhole around 8:30am, strapped on our crampons, unsheathed our axes and set off across the Keyhole Traverse to the Trough on solid snow. The steps were good and we made steady progress into the Trough where a 1500ft climb lay ahead. A cool breeze blew up from behind and chilled us in the shade of the Trough, and the sun at the head of the Narrows was a welcome sight.

Crossing the Narrows on the Keyhole route.

The Narrows were fully packed with snow, so we took our time slowly setting our crampons into the nice steps that had been laid and were soon across at the base of the Homestretch. With the sun beating down we decided to push for the summit and not linger long. It was a beautiful day on the summit; warm, light breeze, and not a soul in sight. We snapped a few pictures, exchanged a few high fives and took in the views before heading back down. The Homestretch, Narrows and Trough were softening, but the snow was still well consolidated, making for good plunge stepping. Once back at the Boulderfield we plopped down for a snack break and to soak in the warm sun. We took our time strolling back to the trailhead, with much of the trail now a river from the melting snow. We returned to the Longs Peak TH just over 9hours after taking off, by no means a speed ascent, but a pleasant day out.

Celebrating another successful summit back at Chasm Junction

This brought my weekly total to 87.7miles and 27600ft of elevation gain, my biggest week of the year. And while I was a bit tired come Sunday’s jaunt up Longs I was still feeling alright considering the pounding my body has taken over the past 3 weeks. Still hoping for that email from Dale asking if I want to join the 2013 Hardrock 100, only time will tell if all my training can be put to some good use. Special thanks to my sponsors Hind clothing and VFuel for keeping me going through the tough days. Run fast, run healthy, but mostly run happy.

Crossing into the Shadow Canyon closure.

“It’s better to give than receive”, sometimes the age old clichés hit the nail on the head. In an attempt to keep myself from running too hard and too long his weekend I signed up with several other Boulder folks to head into Shadow Canyon for a day of trail work in the Flagstaff fire burn zone. After a quick tutorial we hopped in the trucks and drove right up to the base of Shadow Canyon, where we donned hard hats, shouldered various tools and began our long trek up to the saddle 1500ft above. Most of the trail is in very good shape, not being affected by the fire, but as we neared the saddle we could see some of the damage the combination of fire and erosion had caused.

Our work zone for the day, cutting a new switchback through the burn zone.

We split into three groups; all working on different areas of the trail reroute and rebuild right near the saddle. The day’s tasks consisted of; moving logs/trees, building rock stairs, cutting out tread for the new trail, moving dirt, building log barriers and filling in the old trail with our dirt. I always forget how tough trail building is until I’m back out there lugging around 40lb bags of dirt and 12ft trees trunks.

Several of the OSMP staff hiked in Great Harvest sandwiches for lunch, so we all broke around 12:30pm to chow down! After devouring our sandwiches a few of us went for a short jog up South Boulder peak, only 0.2mi and 400ft from the saddle. This was one of the first times non-OPSMP employees had been up to the peak since last summer’s fire. South Boulder was a moonscape, the trees had been turned into burnt match sticks and the only signs of life were little bits of grass growing in the tread. Despite all this the trail was fairly easy to follow and we soon were atop South Boulder Peak staring off at the patch work of burned and unburned forest that adorned South Boulder Peak and Bear Peak.

Looking down the South Boulder Peak trail toward the saddle.

The afternoon was much of the same, dig up some rocks, level out the tread, move the dirt. By day’s end we’d built 4 new stairs, filled in the old trail, and cut approximately 60-80ft of new trail through some pretty rocky terrain. It felt good to give back, especially since our efforts meant Shadow Canyon was even closer to reopening to the general public. Zack, Dave, Beau and John from the OSMP were great to work with and its too bad more of us trail runners/hikers/climbers don’t participate in giving back to the parks in this way. We constantly use and abuse our lands, but very seldom put in the hard work that’s required to upkeep and rebuild them.

Trail leading around the front side of Lumpy Ridge in RMNP.

With my sluggish run at Quadrock the previous weekend, and the fact that my legs came out feeling so strong, it was tough forcing myself to ‘rest’ this week. After a few early week short runs, Thursday I did a TT up Sanitas to test my legs, coming in just 12sec off my personal best of 19:06. This coupled with 1.5 laps of Green Mt on Saturday AM with Homie, a hike up Shadow Canyon, and a beautiful loop of Lumpy Ridge in RMNP put me at 13000ft of gain and 40miles, a rest week of sorts. It’s good that my legs are feeling strong again because I’ve got a lot of hard work ahead of me the next 4 weeks; with nearly 300miles and 90000ft of gain slated for the bulk of my Hardrock training. Still #4 on the Waitlist, so hopefully that June 1^st deadline brings some good news.