Fog Dog 24 hour Adventure Race
(Summary by David Marks)
The race started at 9:00 on
Friday morning. We (myself and my teammates Mike and Laurie) had to check in on
Thursday and camp at the race site over night. We also got our maps on Thursday
night at around 8. So Mike and I were up until about midnight trying to figure
out the best routes to take to find the checkpoints we had to find during the
race. The course wasn't marked at all so we (mainly Mike as he was our
navigator) had to figure out how to get around all by ourselves.
The first leg of the race
was a 20+ mile kayak leg in the Pacific Ocean.
Unfortunately the whether conditions were terrible and there was even a small
craft advisory out. We were talking to Karen Lundgren, who has done multiple
Eco-Challenges and is one of the most experience adventure racers in the United
States, of Team Hi-Tec after the race and she was saying what we faced were the
worst weather conditions and toughest paddling she had ever done. This was not
good news considering the person steering our kayak (me) had paddling been on
the ocean all of once and had done most of his training in Tempe Town Lake
(which is really nothing more than an oversized swimming pool for those of you
who don't live here.) At times the wind was so strong that we had to fight to
keep a hold of our paddles and we did almost capsize a couple of times at waves
hit us sideways.
The good news is that we
were one of the few teams wearing wetsuits through the paddling section. Team
Balance Bar (and I think four other teams) had to drop out due to hypothermia
at the first checkpoint and even Eco-Internet which has won the Eco-Challenge
several times (including this year) was shivering on the beach wrapped in
safety blankets. Anyway, the kayak was grueling. We had figured before the race
that we could average about 4 miles an hour, but due to the whether conditions
and how exhausting it was, it took us a little over six hours to finish the
kayak and we were probably in around 15th place. My inexperience hurt us quite
a bit as we weaved more than we should have and I accidentally took us through
some kelp beds that were hard to paddle through. We were very happy to reach
shore at around 3 in the afternoon.
From there, we had a quick
10 mile run/hike up one side of the mountains, back down the other side and
then retrace our steps come back to the transition area again. This was the
part of the park that I had scouted out the month before so we knew exactly
where we were going. Laurie was pretty
fatigued from the paddling but we flew pretty fast on this leg and passed quite
a few teams.
We hit the transition are
again and got out on the bikes. We had about a six-mile ride down the Pacific
Coast Highway and then hit some more hills. It started getting dark as we hit
the highway. We were moving good on the bikes and our towing system where I
pulled Laurie up the bigger hills with a rope attached to our bikes was working
really well. We moved all the way up to
9th and were only a few spots back of 8th, but we couldn't find the 9th
checkpoint.
Mike did an awesome job of
navigating for his first time. Still, since our maps were from 1972 and hardly
showed any of the trails we were riding on, it was really easy to get lost and
we had a terrible time finding the 9th checkpoint. We backtracked several
times; talked to a few other teams who were wondering around looking for the
same checkpoint. We did finally find checkpoint 9, but not until after I wrecked
on my bike and either severely sprained or broke my ankle (I haven't gotten it
x-rayed yet but that was the diagnosis of the medical technician at the race.)
The rest of race wasn't
quite as much fun after that. The remaining sections of the bike was pretty
easy so I figured I'd keep riding and see if that would loosen it up enough
that maybe I could walk on it afterwards. Laurie suggested that I check into
the medical tent to have them look at it when we finished the bike section (you
could ask for medical attention in the transition area without being
disqualified) but I was a little worried that they'd either make me or strongly
suggest that I quit, so I kept going.
Throughout the whole
running/climbing/trekking/coasteering (hopping, climbing and scrambling on
rocks along the coast) I was just in survival mode trying to make it through
the race. Luckily Mike and Laurie were still going fairly strong (we all bonked
at different times through the race but pulled through it) and Mike was doing a
good job of navigating. We did have a
minor run in with a Satanic Cult at the ocean's edge around 1 a.m. (no lie!)
but other than that and the fact I was pretty hobbled things were going well.
The drawback was that the
last section was pretty long. Well over 40 miles up and down the mountains--all
on foot. We left around midnight or so and didn't get back until 4 pm on
Saturday. This was another place (there were many throughout the race) where our
inexperience hurt us. We miscalculated how long this leg would take us and
didn't bring enough food or water (although talking to the race crew and the
other teams after the race it sounds like even the experienced teams made the
same mistake). So, towards the end Laurie was cramping, Mike was completely dehydrated,
and I was bonking from not eating enough. We only had one more hard to find
checkpoint to locate and then we could head back home to the finish, but we
took a wrong turn and ended up going about an hour out of our way. We finally
figured out where we took the wrong turn and found some water so Laurie and
Mike felt better, but I was still out of it. I was having a hard time keeping
up. Only Mike seemed to have much energy, though he later admitted he was
mainly running on "guilt anxiety" about having gotten lost.
This is when I hit my
lowest point. We figured even if we found the checkpoint right away, walked
straight to it, and then walked straight back to the finish line, we still had
another 18 miles to go. Laurie thought maybe it was time to cash it in and quit
and she pretty much had me convinced when we finally got to the lost
checkpoint. It seems that almost everyone got lost finding that checkpoint, so
we were still somehow in 9th. This gave us a little bit of energy and Mike took
my pack for a while to let me recover a little bit. We sort of all limped in
until about a mile from the finish line when I looked over my shoulder and
there was another team running after us trying to catch us. We hadn't a seen a team for the past 12
hours and now some stupid team was trying to run us down at the finish line.
So, though we didn't really want to, we picked up the pace and ran the last
mile in. I know this is the part of the story where I'm supposed to talk about
the high of finishing but the truth is that I went straight to the medical tent
as soon as I finished.
So, we ended up 9th
overall. Not bad considering it was billed the most competitive 1-2 day
adventure race ever held in the United States. We were only 6 hours behind the
winners and 2 hours behind the 8th place Team Hi-Tec--who finished 10th in this
year's Eco-Challenge.
We finished in 31 hours, 18
minutes and 47 seconds. (3 minutes and 25 seconds ahead of the team that was
chasing us at the finish line—I think they gave up when they figured out they
weren't going to catch us.) That turned out to be a pretty good accomplishment
as only 30 of the 80 teams that started the race finished and most of the
experienced teams we talked to say it was the toughest 1-2 day race they'd ever
done.
My ankle is still pretty
swollen and I'm probably going to go get it x-rayed later on today. The guy in
the medical tent said I won the award for most severe injury, which was good
for them as there were some pretty treacherous parts of the coasteering.