Race start. I will totally pwn that hill.
Trail start. More pwning.
The campfire burns as someone tells another fishing related lie.
The Ultra Gang is ready for action!
And this time, even Trailpixie is ready..to look at the camera when we are taking a picture.
RD Andy Weinberg give out some vitally important information. I hear none of it since Dan and Emily are chatterboxes. To the right, head and shoulders above the rest, KZ memorizes the speech to tell us later.
And we are off! There is always congestion at the start, and that means "photo-time!"
Look at them speedy types waaaay up ahead. Since they spend so much less time on the trail, they are actually get ripped off compared to me. Suckers!
Tiny people face the wrath of the mountain ahead. Strangely enough, they do it voluntarily. Even more strange is that they pay money for the opportunity. We are a strange people.
The steepest climb. I have now attached myself to some of the Hillsboro Trail Runners Club. I am a long-time member of this club, and finally I actually got to meet some of the others members. What a strange thing is the internet.
More climbing. Let's get a move-on! Unfortunately, this was a one lane highway. I tried making honking noises, but they just thought I was trying to summon Canadian Geese and they ignored me.
Loni tears up the course. I am pretty certain that she has an inordinate fondness for switchbacks, although I might be reading into it too much.
Obligatory mountain view photo. I simply cannot resist.
Leah tears up the course. It is my belief that although she likes switchbacks, she truly prefers steep uphills instead. Just a hunch, here.
And the rest of the HTR's slog it up 3.5 miles of pure hilly goodness.
And then they slog some more.
Entering the last leg before the aid station- small growth pine means the Labyrinth, which means almost time to eat, which means I smile (I smile almost the entire day, because for me, it is always almost time to eat. I am smiling right now, for example).
Yeah! Time for some soup, Gatorade, M&M's, and then three miles back down at breakneck and completely reckless speed.
The clouds hang heavy in this land. At least they are keeping the rain to themselves. Thanks, clouds!
This racer didn't make the cut-off time, and an example had to be made.
Mich at the Death Race! She was awesome, and that is not just my opinion since she took second place! Way to go, Trailgrrl!
This was some kind of tree root and rock combo that I thought looked fascinating. Then again, I had already been out there for seven hours. I PR'ed over last year by 20 minutes, but the course seemed shorter. Still, it was a lot of fun and I liked it well.