My friend's 5 year old son in Silverton sells rocks to the tourists who get off the train from Durango. He tells them they should take back a "little piece of Silverton."
The view from my friend Anthony's house in Silverton.
Start/finish area of the Hardrock 100.
The fabled hardrock.
Course marker in downtown Telluride.
I started pacing John in the dark at 11pm at mile 43 in Ouray. Here, we are at mile 57 after crossing Engineer Pass during the night. It is just after 6am.
John chats with fellow Minnesotan Allan Holtz.
This marked my first opportunity to eat some pie. I took full advantage and also enjoyed a burrito and lots of Coke.
Off to Sherman - 13.4 miles and a crossing of the summit of the 14er Handies Peak.
John slogging up the log climb toward Handies.
Despite all the hard work, and being awake for about 28 hours at this point, John continued to be upbeat.
After the first climb, there is a several hundred foot drop into a breathtaking basin. Losing all that elevation can be a little heartbreaking, but the beauty of the terrain more than negates the frustration.
Some random hikers were offering up delicious treats to runners. Pictured in the yellow shorts is Ohioan Bob Combs, who was famously struck by lightning at last year's Hardrock. No joke.
I think that is Island Lake.
We made slow, but steady progress toward the course apex.
Bonus shot of my camera pouch.
John and I atop Handies Peak, elevation 14,048. We got there at around 11am, I think, 29 hours into the race.
As is the custom for walkup 14ers in summer, the summit was abuzz with activity.
Great views from the summit.
Steep slope down Handies, en route to Grizzly Gulch.
One of 4,000 marmots who cheered us on and desperately hoped we would lay down so they could eat our shoelaces.
After a hard slog, we arrived at Sherman aid in Lake City at about 3:30pm.
I tried a new flavor of pie!
Above Cataract Gulch, headed toward Pole Creek. One of my favorite segments. The terrain is relatively chill and features gorgeous high alpine meadows.
Marty from Ohio.
Pole Creek aid station, mile 80, 6:30pm, 36.5 hours into the race.
en route to Maggie Gulch...
The grassy single track slope leading to Maggie Gulch aid at mile 85. It got dark after this, thus, no more pictures. We ended our run at Cunningham, mile 91.2 at about 12:30am Sunday morning. Not surprisingly, we were asleep soon thereafter.