It broke me...I'm not sure how else to put it. The
Frigid Infliction just broke me. It's fair to say it broke us all.
But, what a race!
While the official results and photos have not yet been posted, we
did well--finishing in the middle of the pack and, we think, in the top three in our division. And while the race was tougher than we anticipated and we didn't move as quickly as we had hoped, our execution (strategy, planning and navigation) was very good and we had a blast. In fact, Grambo gets mad props--and the MVP award--for navigating a nearly flawless race.
Following the briefing at 4:30 a.m., the race began shortly after 5:00 a.m. with a long postholing section, in the dark. Postholing is the not-so-fine art of hiking through deep--in this case, very deep--snow
without snowshoes. With more than 6 feet of snow in some areas of the mountains, that's a challenge.
We made an immediate strategic decision to let many of the teams rush ahead of us. Why? Letting some teams blaze a trail ahead of us helped to create a boot pack that made the postholing much easier. This helped us to conserve some energy early...energy that we needed later in the race.
Just as the sun was rising we arrived at a local backcountry hut (Transition Area 1) where we were given another map and were allowed to put on our snowshoes. The snowshoe trekking portion--the first of two snowshoeing sections--of the race was incredible. It brought us through some of the most remarkable, breathtaking backcountry around. In some areas, particularly the highest elevations, the snow was so deep, and the trees so encased in it, that it was almost like walking through a snow cave.
We hit every checkpoint in the snowshoeing section spot on. Well, expect one--but it wasn't our fault. Checkpoint 8 was, well, not in the right spot. Fortunately, we only spent about 15 minutes searching for it, along with about 6 other teams, before a race official showed up. When he arrived, we were standing on an overlook/cliff
triangulating our exact location and someone said, "it should be here somewhere. We should be standing on it." Then we looked down from the cliff we were standing on and one of us said, "maybe it's down there?" At that moment, the race official showed up and notified us that we were indeed in preciously the right location.
After returning to the backcountry hit where we started snowshoeing, we were given the location of our skis. A short hike from the hut brought us to the start of the skiing section. This was an adventure, for sure. While the navigation wasn't particularly difficult, the skiing was from time-to-time. In the end, however, we arrived at checkpoint 12 at about 12:53 p.m.--just 7 minutes before the 1:00 p.m. cutoff for this checkpoint. After a very confusing discussion with another race official regarding the race directors instructions and my hope that officials would give us the 15 minutes we lost looking for checkpoint 8 to go get nearby checkpoint 11 (we had gone straight to 12), we were notified that none of the teams would be allowed to continue on the full course. It turns out that only 3 of the 24 teams in the race did the full course. That made us feel a lot better, but the competitors in us were a little annoyed that the race was being truncated and we weren't going to get our shot at the next shoeing section. Instead, they sent us directly to the tyrolean traverse.
The tyrolean was, uh, interesting--about 120 feet over a ravine. That's all I have to say about that.
From the tyrolean, we were back on our snowshoes and navigating our way back to the Bolton nordic center and the post-race
It was a very challenging race. Special thanks go to Tim, Chris, et. al. at GMARA and all of the race volunteers who make it possible.
As I said, it broke me. I was so sore I almost couldn't snowboard this morning--almost. It is epic after all.
JG