Thursday, July 23, 2009

Bryce Canyon Half Marathon


13.1 miles, a half marathon, 1 hour, 33 minutes, 13 seconds. On Saturday, 7/18 Ian and I ran from Ruby's Inn at Bryce canyon down Highway 12 to the Cannonville town park. Having been training for some time now, I am in decent physical condition. I do not own a watch, and my running has simply been for enjoyment. I have not been pushing myself and I really had no idea how fast I would run the Bryce Canyon Half Marathon. My goals were to finish, and to be close to Ian. Arising at 5:10 am from the slumber of my sleeping bag I made the curcial error of eating a banana and drinking way too much orange juice immediately before the race. Needless to say, my stomach was unsettled during the run. I came in 4 and a half minutes behind Ian's time of 1:28:46.0. Lesson: Don't mess with a training routine that is working. I never eat or drink before running in the morning with Vita. When the marathon comes around in October, don't overindulge.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

New Favorite Quote

"--and always higher and higher till the sense of height would have terrified you if you could be terrified, but here it was only gloriously exciting."
--C.S. Lewis, The Chronicles of Narnia, The Last Battle
"You went on, up and up, with all kinds of reflected lights flashing at you from the water and all manner of coloured stones flashing through it, till it seemed as if you were climbing up light itself"--and always higher and higher till the sense of height would have terrified you if you could be terrified, but here it was only gloriously exciting."
Gloriously exciting. That is what climbing is like for me. A while back I had the opportunity to take a very timid, fearful, 9 year old child out on four wheelers and down Yankee Doodle. The child was terrified of going any faster than 15 mph, of rapelling, and even down climbing. While cajoling him into enjoying the events of the day, I had a thought. "What is it that makes this child so afraid?" He was with very experienced people, operating well within their abilities. There was no opportunity for him to become injured. His fear was a state of mind. From my outside perspective, his fear was irrational. To him, his fear was petrifying. I learned an important lesson that day: the difference between feeling afraid, and feeling excited, is a choice. As I have researched the issue, I have learned that it does not matter whether a person is afraid or excited. The human body responds the same to either scenario, and secretes the same chemicals/horomones.
I therefore choose to be gloriously excited in all my endeavors.
4 miles up a slot canyon before work.

Monday, July 13, 2009

Climb to Conquer Cancer

Saturday, July 11th, 2009

With ShaeLee's mother, Debbie, recently diagnosed with breast cancer, we have all been poised to capitalize on an opportunity to do anything we can to assist in her fight. ShaeLee and the girls are terrified of the prospect of losing their mother, and are inconsolable over the fact that none of them can take away their mother's pain and cure her disease. We are all virtually helpless and are at the mercy of watching Debbie battle on her own. Everyone is doing their best to console their mother and make her as comfortable as possible, but it is still frustrating.

When signs started going up around town about the American Cancer Society Climb to Conquer Cancer, the entire family answered the call to serve, and bonded together to unite in the cause. ShaeLee took the lead, organized our team, "Pinky D," and spearheaded the fundraising effort. Through ShaeLee's work, team Pinky D raised over $600 from 19 participants.

Saturday morning, 6:30 am. ShaeLee, her sisters, friends, and I met at the Red Mountain Spa. The course for the climb left the spa, heading into Snow Canyon along the paved bike path. 3 miles later, just past the campground, the climb ends and begins the downhill trek back to the Spa.

I was out for a marathon training run. At the 3 mile mark I met a husband and wife, Tracy and Robin, who are also in training mode. Tracy invited me to join him on their run to the top of Snow Canyon, where Snow Canyon Drive meets Highway 18. I accepted the invitation, and enjoyed the steep climb, conversation, and company. I learned that Robin's father recently passed away form cancer, and they were running in his honor and memory. It was fun to socialize with others who have been touched by cancer, and to hear their stories. The experience was a reminder of how fragile and fleeting this existence is. Tracy and Robin, having observed the fragile nature of life, have determined to run a 50 miler in Patagonia this December. What an adventure!!

At the junction with highway 18, I turned around and headed back down canyon, conveniently meeting ShaeLee and company at the 3 mile mark. Continuing down canyon, my legs were still feeling good. I decided to leave the pavement in favor of the Hidden Pinyon trail. I took Hidden Pinyon to Three Ponds, where it intersects the West Canyon Road, and descended from there back to the Spa. All in all, my run clocked in at just over 10 miles round trip. I am feeling strong, and I am ready for the Bryce Canyon Half Marathon next Saturday.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Imlay Canyon - Sneak Route. 3rd time through

Tuesday, June 30th, 2009

Rick called me on short notice Monday evening to extend an invitation to go down Kolob with him, Steve, and Maria. I accepted.

I am not sure what to attribute it to, but I seem to require less sleep than I used to. I remember, just a few years ago, an overwhelming desire to sleep as much as possible. Now, whether my body chemistry has changed, and my machine does not require extensive amounts of sleep, or if I have trained my body to function on less when an adventure is looming upon me, I am not sure. It is probably a combination of both factors. Regardless of the cause, I woke up this morning at 3:40 am, a full ten minutes before my alarm was set to go off.

4:30 am - Rick and I met at the Farmer's Market parking lot in La Verkin and are now on our way to Steve & Maria's abode in Springdale.

5:30 am - White permit in the dash, we park at the Grotto for the start of the adventure and the chronometer. I can't tell you how many times I have hiked the Angel's Landing Trail in the dark, either descending from a bigwall climb, or approaching a canyon. Next time I may run up it with my eyes closed just for fun.

The approach up the West Rim to the point where we cross Telephone canyon took us just over 2.5 hours, and was 3.5 hours to Imlay. The water was very low, lowest I have ever seen it. We had 3 serious keeper potholes to escape out of. The hook placements are eroding rapidly. I would hate to be the guy who scraped away the holes totally, and was without a drill. Without aiders and hooks, these keepers could be death traps. The canyon was beautiful, yet very dark. We made it safely to the Temple of Sinawava 10 hours after our start. http://www.summitpost.org/canyon/305103/imlay-canyon.html

Monday, June 29, 2009

Dog Drama


Today marks Vita and my longest uphill run to date. Left the house, ran up the Oak Grove Road for approximately 4 miles to its intersection with Leeds Creek, turned around and ran home for a total of about 8 miles.

Vita is a very fast dog with an enormous amount of endurance. However, she normally isn't as fast as the critters she chases. Even when I think she is exhausted and doesn't have any energy to spare, she can transition from a trot to a sprint in a snap if she sees a critter of any kind. Today was the exception. Just over half way into our excursion, Vita spied a squrrel and took off. Expecting her to intercept me a few strides down the road, I was surprised when I heard the cries of a frightened squirrel fighting for its life. Vita has a long yellow squeaky toy, "Mr. Squeak-ums," we call him, which she loves to fling through the air. To my horror she was treating the squirrel as she would Mr. Squeak-ums. Call me a hippie, but I love animals. Needless to say I yelled at Vita until she let the squirrel go. Several minutes later, after I gave Vita a thorough tongue-lashing in addition to several swats to the nose, we continued home. The entire run home she stayed two paces behind me and resisted her carnal urges to chase rabbits, birds, lizards, and other critters. I feel remorse over disciplining my dog, however, she must learn self control. I must leave now and return home to face Vita...wagging tail and all. Man's best friend.

Friday, June 26, 2009

Huecos Rancheros, Last Rites, Half Route

Thursday, June 25, 2009

5:40 am – Eyes still shut, my body aches. I have been running a lot this week, and my workouts are catching up with my body. Every muscle in my body is sore and tight. Maybe I can put on the charm and seduce my wife into giving me a massage tonight. More likely, I will complain way too much, look really pathetic, and maybe if I offer her a massage first she will return the favor. Going climbing at 6:30 in the morning always sounds like a great idea the night before when I am wide awake. Usually, it is a friend or myself who instigates the conversation, “Hey, let’s wake up before the sun rises and go climbing while it is still cool.”

“Yeah, that sounds like an awesome idea!” is the response. I have such short term memory. It is amazing how quickly I forget that I love sleep.

Marty and Steven are meeting ShaLee and I at Chuckwalla at 6:30 for several laps and a work-out before Marty must go to work at 10:00. I have the luxury of a day off. After climbing, JJ is supposed to call and coordinate going down Behunin (a technical slot canyon in Zion).

12:00 pm – The weather is changing rapidly. Dark clouds are forming to the South-West and are bringing along strong winds, and curtains of rain. There will be no slot canyon adventures today. How do we salvage the day…more climbing.

1:00 pm – The South Fork of Taylor Creek (SFTC) in the Kolob Fingers section of Zion is the destination. Six of us pile into my truck, myself, JJ, Supe, Leo, and two new friends, Brady and Heather, young kids who are learning to climb. The SFTC is home to some of the best single pitch climbing in Zion, as well as some really great wall routes. Today I climbed the routes, Last Rites, a 5.10+ slab to left leaning finger crack, Huecos Rancheros, a 5.12c pump-fest, a 5.10c slab route, not sure of the name…maybe Pulp Friction, and ½ Route, a 5.10d overhanging sport climb. http://www.mountainproject.com/v/utah/zion_national_park/kolob_canyon/105796256

Monday, June 22, 2009

Kolob Creek

Wednesday & Thursday, June 17-18, 2009

Kolob Creek is a technical slot canyon that begins outside Zion National Park, and is a tributary to the world-famous Zion Narrows. Kolob Creek drains out of Kolob Reservoir and carves its way through thousands of feet of Navajo Sandstone before it joins the Virgin River in the Zion Narrows. Kolob Creek is unique for Zion Canyons in that it has year-round water flow. The canyon is rated 3-C-V in the Canyon Rating System, has 12 rappels, ranging from short drops over boulder and log jams, to 150' rappels down raging waterfalls. The following is a telling of my adventure through Kolob.

Scott and Mike made it to my house late Tuesday night, shortly before midnight. "You guys going to be ready to go at 6:00 tomorrow morning," was my first question upon seeing them arrive so late. "Absolutely," was the response. Sure enough, we didn't leave the house until after 7:00 am. On to the La Verkin Chevron to meet up with Rick, our 4th adventurer for this round of fun. Our plan was to start near Lava Point, and hike all the way through the Narrows to finish at the Temple of Sinawava, which would require a car shuttle. ShaeLee was kind enough to offer to drive us to the trail head. After leaving Mike's care at the Visitor's Center, we were finally on our way to the trail head.

9:00 am - Parting ways with ShaeLee, we began our hike through the forest to reach the headwaters of Kolob Creek, and our first rappel. Hiking through the forest in Southern Utah is a unique experience. I am so used to open desert, that I am out of place when put in the midst of thick vegetation with cool mountain dew clinging to the leaves. Our hike began at an elevation of over 9,000 ft. and would end at less than 4,000 ft. We have a lot of elevation to lose. The high elevation creates a very diverse environment from what I am used to. Tall ponderosa pines tower hundreds of feet in the air to create the forest canopy. Scrub oak, ferns, wild flowers of all shapes and colors, and small plants and trees blanket the forest floor. While it may be summer down in the valley, up on the mountain, it is still spring, and the wild flowers are incredible. The columbine is in full bloom, and each of its five funnel like petals are full of sweet nectar. Biting off the ends of the columbine petals will soon become my favorite pass-time as the endless hiking over ankle-breaking slime covered cobble stones wears on and on.

9:45 am - Our first rappel. Putting on a dry suit in the company of others is a delicate task. It isn't stripping down to put on the base layers that bothers me, nor the forcing of giant feet that it seems will never fit into the tiny gaskets, but the heat. You don't want to be the first, nor the last guy to have his dry suit on. If you are first, you begin to wonder if you are going to die of heat stroke while you wait for the others to suit up. If you are last, you feel bad that your partners may expire from heat stroke before there is any chance that a flash flood may get them. A word of caution. Always wear too much clothing under your dry-suit. You will be very hot when suiting up, however, after hours of exposure to cold water, you will appreciate the extra layers.

In 1993 a group of scouts descended into Kolob during a time when the Washington County Water Conservancy District was releasing water out of the reservoir. As I sit at the precipice of the canyon, and gaze into into its depths, I try to imagine what was going through their minds when they decided to rappel into the canyon. From the comfort of my position 16 years later, and plenty of hind-sight between me and the ghosts of the scouts, I look at the trickle of water dropping into the canyon, and try to imagine what it must have been like sitting in this same spot, watching a flood, a deluge of water pour into the canyon. Call them crazy, I call it hubris, and poor judgement. No one could survive the torrent that was flowing through the canyon that day. Today, the water is cool, clear, and not much more than a trickle. Most canyons are dark and dank, full of scummy, insect infested pools of water, that make crawling into a sewer system seem like a walk in a flower garden. Kolob is unique in that the constant flow of water leaves each pool and pot-hole full of cool crystal clear mountain spring water. No bugs are present, and the real surprise is that each pool is full of giant rainbow trout! Apparently, the floods that are released from the reservoir carry fish down stream into Kolob canyon where they get trapped in the pot holes and grow to monstrous sizes. Remember to take a piece of fishing line next time you go. Kolob is a very clean pristine canyon compared to others I have done. Please leave it that way. Carry out all trash and stay in the water course at all times. For pictures that are not my own, please see: http://www.zionnational-park.com/images/albums/index64.htm

Shortly after the technical section you will become enchanted with a 400' waterfall spouting its way off the mesa top. Never in Zion have I seen such a large waterfall in such a remote place, and during summer conditions. If this waterfall were near a road of any kind it would be written up in every guidebook as "the thing to see." As such, it is just another secret treasure that only the hearty will be rewarded with.

Feeling somewhat invincible in my 37 layers of clothing I have on underneath my dry-suit, I take no heed of bumping into rocks, trees, and have no concern for the wildlife. Mike on the other hand, wearing only a wet suit is a bit more susceptible to the fangs of the slithering creatures. While looking up at the 400' waterfall, he happened upon a rattle snake. It made a lot of noise, but took further action to defend its position.

8:00 pm - Kolob Creek has a near continuous flow until shortly before it reaches the Virgin River. Many hours of hiking over slime covered rocks brought us to the confluence, and our home for the evening, campsite #8. Upon setting out we believed that a person, wearing many layers under a dry-suit, would be able to sleep the night away comfortably with out proper sleeping gear. This, however, assumes that the layers under the dry suit are dry. Scott drew the short straw and suffered a cold night in damp clothes. Mike's sleeping bag was the victim of a leaky dry-bag, and also suffered a cold bivy. Rick and I however, were quite comfortable in our warm, dry sleeping bags.

6:00 am Thursday, June 18th - Back into wet clothes. The idea of hiking the Narrows sounds like a great adventure. The reality is another thing. Imagine hiking for miles over the most water polished cobble stones in the known universe, covered in a friction resisting slime the engineers at Dupont and 3M have only dreamt about. Needless to say, the Narrows has been the site of more than one broken ankle. For our group of hearty adventurers, the water flow was high enough to accommodate an exciting float trip inside of our dry suits. It may not have been class 4 and 5 rapids, but it was a magical experience floating down the narrows, staring up at the sky between the canyon walls.

Returning the gear. Maria, our friend currently working at the Zion Adventure Company, had exciting news. Yesterday, while we saw and felt a few sprinkles in the canyon, the east side of Zion experienced a torrential down pour, resulting in flash flooding in both Spry, and Pine Creek Canyons. It took the Virgin below Pine Creek from less than 60 cfs to over 400 cfs in minutes. Someone was watching out for us.