I camped near Brighton in the Wasatch Mountains on my way to Wyoming
Trying to survive the 50 degree weather...
I included a stop at Salt Lake City's leading tourist attraction. Bah!
En route to Afton, I passed by Bear Lake, UT/ID. Eat your heart out Tahoe!
Beautiful Cottonwood Lake in the Bridger/Teton NF. The start/finish area for the race.
My plan to sleep at the race start was foiled by pesky government regulations.
I scouted out the course a bit the day before.
My campsite included largely unobstructed lake views.
Campsite at Cottonwood Lake campground
Downtown Afton, WY: The "creepy use of antlers" capital of the world!
Can't we all just get along?
That pedestrian appears to be fleeing a nasty elk showdown.
I visited this bar in 2004. Many happy memories.
Montrail takes a gutsy stand on dirt. I await their position on grease and grime.
RD Ty Draney shows eager runners the way at the prerace briefing in Afton.
A shot of the mountains from town
The day dawns as we make the first ascent of the race to Sheep Pass
The local equine population cheered us on. Each animal allotted runners between 0 and 4 scrapes of the hoof, depending upon performance.
These dudes own the horses. Reportedly, they are Peruvian sheepherders. They earnestly dispute some of the content of “Brokeback Mountain.”
As the dawn advances, we make our way across the beautiful country of western Wyoming
After cresting Sheep Pass, we looked down on this disappearing tarn
A fellow runner, executing his taper for the Leadville 100. Strong work!
In the basin after descending from Sheep Pass
Me. Check out my sweet new visor!
Ambling along the singletrack in the early morning sunshine
At about mile 5, heading up toward the sublime subalpine lakes of the course
This course has it all! One waterfall of many...
Damn! I wasn't expecting such a sweet lake-filled basin!
Aid Station number 2 at about mile 7.5. Like aid station one, a volunteer packed in everything.
Heading up the steep slope out of the lake basin.
After cresting a minor divide, we schlepped along toward lake basin number 2...
Here's lake number 2
We also had to climb out of this basin
Looking back at Lake 2 from the minor divide just to the north. Not too shabby.
From here, it was almost completely downhill (7+miles) to the turnaround
Trail interstections were clearly marked
Heading down the valley toward the turnaround
Gorge-eous! As we neared the turnaround, the valley narrowed to something of a gorge. Here, a side canyon feeds the main vain.
The last 1/2 mile until the turnaround followed a dirt road.
Streaming live! (after the turnaround)
Obstacles such as this tripping stick ensured that only the most worthy would survive...
Beginning the long 7 mile climb out of the turnaround...
This trail is simply too disorderly! The nerve!
This is a tad more civilized.
Waterfall near the picture's center
Looking forward to the apex of the climb...
The saddle marked the end of the ascent
Looking back from the saddle
Lake number two redux
Lake number one redone
This was an extra crappy slope. Still, the flowers and the lake had me yodeling for joy.
Trapsing along the lake shore
Unmanned aid station number 5 at mile 27. I had a Diet Coke. I probably could have handled a regular Coke.
Running through the flat basin, approaching the final climb
There it is now. Drats!
Looking down from the slope
Looking at the slope
My kind of people, atop Sheep Pass
Looking over the pass toward the finish, 3 miles further
Winding down the doubletrack toward the finish
Sheepy (last photo from the race)
My reentry into civilization was rapid and fierce.
I stopped in Bear Lake for a "famous" raspberry shake. My assumption that the long line of customers would part to make way for a tired runner was unfounded. Still, I enjoyed the treat very much.
The day after, I committed myself to a serious recovery regimen in Park City.
Amber is the color of my energy...
Park City: A place in Utah where you can get a beer without joining a sham club. Hurray!
I camped at 10,000 feet in the La Sal Mountains near Moab after my big afternoon in Park City.
This gentle peak was my guardian