No trip to Utah is complete without a pilgrimage to Temple Square
Before the advent of the Wii, I was still able to get my simulated rock on.
Wasatch foothills around the U of U.
Looking west, across the Salt Lake valley.
I don't even know what to say...
Mitch wanted his picture with his favorite ground crew person.
At the hotel in Logan.
It seems like a I am shooting this boss Toyota Matrix. Not so. I am trying to show the Bear Mountains in the background, where the Bear 100 is held.
Pre-race briefing in Preston, ID at Leland Barker's trout farm. Yes, I said trout farm.
Standard issue Bear 100 t-shirt. I could have said; "I ran 100 miles and all I got was this lousy...." But that would be uber-lame.
Me and Bobby studying the maps. This was a futile pursuit. Surprisingly, I could not remember this study session while slogging through the mud at 3am in subfreezing temperatures somewhere between the moon and Salt Lake City.
4amish at the hotel. I am eating like 15 Eggo waffles.
Shedding my trousers pre-race to ensure optimal race speed.
This laser light show paled in comparison to the fireworks to come.
Obligatory pre-race thumbs-up. Note marginal ultra celebrity Davy "the Crock" Crockett (#496) standing behind me early in his ultra career. Regardless, I'm sure countless masses were wowed by his amazing speed and propensity for running crazy and wild distances. Zowy!
Dawn back in the Logan Valley.
Me entering the first aid station, around 12 miles (1/8) in.
Bobby hooked me up and I was in and out in about 2 minutes.
You gotta' problem punk? (my brother is tough)
Bobby heading out to meet me at aid station number 2, at about 20-21 miles.
I was awed by the massive aspen leaves of SW Idaho.
I am not praying, but maybe I should have been...
We ran along a dirt road for a bit, so Bobby and Mitch drove alongside and belittled my snail pace by blowing by in their snazzy rental Volvo.
AS #3: around 25 miles in.
Bobby met me before the station and we hiked up the hill together. I guess now everyone knows that I didn't run every step of the race. :(
I "ooh" and "ah" a lot at aid stations.
Me heading up to the next section along a sweet mountainy ridge.
Aid Station Number 4?
That arrow was key.
Bob and Mitch spent a lot of time driving on the highway in Logan Canyon (btw. Logan and Bear Lake) to reach the remote aid stations.
I think this is around mile 45ish.
Here I met my pacer Fran Zelenitz who schlepped down from Bozeman, MT to help a brotha' out.
I gently broke the bad news to Fran that she could not bring her baby on our 45 mile wilderness run.
Fran acknowledging the paparazzi.
We headed off, unaware that all hell (weatherwise) was about to break lose.
Bob and Mitch captured the storm a bit away from the mountains.
I bailed at 6am at mile 78. The race didn't have great recordkeeping, so Bob was waiting here for me at the 90 mile aid station.
The day after.
Pretending my wallet is a Blackberry.
At least my hair looks good.