Avg 10.5 Dst 9.27 Tm 52:52.3 Max 26There isn't much left to ride from Novell now. They are putting in a new gas line and it has removed almost all of the access to our trails. The only thing left is up Slate Canyon.
Friday, July 30, 2004
Wednesday, July 28, 2004
Tuesday, July 27, 2004
Friday, July 23, 2004
Thursday, July 22, 2004
Avg 5.8 Dst 9.51 Tm 1:37:23 Max 33.5Started at gas station at the mouth of Provo Canyon, rode up the valley of the pipes, up above Dry Canyon, down Dry Canyon.
Back when we lived in Orem I use to take my kids hiking up Dry Canyon all the time. Since then they have done a lot of work on the trail and now it is a great mountain biking trail. Again, a beautiful way to start the day.
Tuesday, July 20, 2004
Monday, July 19, 2004
Avg 9.4 Dst 7.82 Tm 49:47.4 Max 26.7 Odo 1096.4I think it is about time I figure out how to climb the first hill after the gate. The rain over the weekend added some challenges to the trail . After several tries I was able to get to the spot which is the furthest I have been able to obtain. I think if I keep working on it I should be able to make it soon.
Another picture from the hike to the top of Timp a couple of weeks ago.
Saturday, July 17, 2004
Avg 5.7 Dst 10.88 Tm 1:53:55 Max 24.5 Odo 1088.4 T.Tm 142:40We had a neighborhood camp out this weekend at a neighbors elk ranch. Of course I took my bike with me. Friday evening everyone is challenging me to ride up a trail to the top of the mountain. I know they are setting me up for a hill that is not climbable, but this morning I head up the trail on my bike while my family heads up on foot. It was actually a nice challenge. There were several places I had to hike-a-bike but it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.
My son disappeared at the top, so I rode around for about 9 miles looking for him and following foot prints that were not his. Anyway looking for him gave me a good excuse to travel a lot of the trails. When I got back to camp he was there with everyone else waiting for me.
Thursday, July 15, 2004
Avg 7.2 Dst 6.5 Tm 54:27.5 Max 18.4I think I am back to about my normal amount of tiredness in the legs. Some day I will take enough time off to fully recover. However the ride this morning was great. Temperatures were nice, the flowers were in bloom, and a little rain recently kept the dust from being bad. It sure is nice to have such great riding that is so accessible.
Snow field we had to cross to get to the top of Timp.
Wednesday, July 14, 2004
Avg 8.8 Dst 16.72 Tm 1:53:12 Max 29.3 Odo 1071.0 ttm 139:18A quick trip up to the Slate Canyon Gate today. Today's numbers include yesterday's ride. I have not recovered from the race yet, but Layne says he has. I guess that is what comes with more conditioning.
Image from Timp hike before the race.
Monday, July 12, 2004
Avg 8.9 Dst 96.69 Tm 10:47:20 Max 31.3 Finish Time 11:44:21.8
Well the day finally came. We stayed in the campground at Cedar Breaks the night. I guess we woke up a little late because we got to the starting line seconds before the start.
The race started by heading out to and up the road through Brian Head towards the peak. No sooner did we hit the road then Layne noticed that his camel back wasn't working right and had to stop and fix it. I continued on slowly to allow him to catch up. Layne ended up being dead last for a while. About the time that we turned off of the pavement onto the dirt road towards the peak Layne caught back up with me. We road side by side and then I took the first turn at pulling while Layne drafted. After a short bit a drafting and passing other riders we turned off the road and started the single track towards Lowder Ponds Trail. At this point I was trying to stay with Layne but was having a hard time staying on the track at those speeds. We then started the decent down Lowder Ponds Trail. This ended up being a lot more fun and technical than I had expected. It wasn't long before I was passing people who were changing flats.
Continuing down the trail I had a couple of places where I hit my pedals on rocks and knocked myself off enough to force me to stop, step to the side, and wait for an opening in the pack so I could start again. This downhill section proved to be my greatest weakness. I found myself often riding as far to the side of the trail as I could so that others could get past. I was trying to be courteous to the other riders letting them past but was disappointed when the would not do the same for me going up hills. At times I was forced off my bike when someone walking up the hill would not let me through. It seems to me that if you are hiking a bike up a hill it would be common courtesy to step aside and let someone that is riding through.
At points the trail was so dusty from riders that I had a hard time seeing where the rocks were, and realized I had left my sunglasses in the van. At times I would not be able to see any riders ahead of me, but I knew they were not far ahead because of the dust.
After leap-frogging back and forth with a few rides going down some nice single track, coming across some 3 to 4 foot diameter logs across the trail, crossing a couple of streams, the trail turned into a dirt road. Here I was able to finally leave behind the people I was playing leap-frog with and close in on the next pack of riders ahead of me.
As I approached the first check point I took a quick assessment of my water/gateraide. My camel back was leaking real bad, dripping down my leg. Through out the whole race I would have people asking if I was alright because it almost looked like my leg was a bloody mess. "It's just gateraide." Anyway I figured I still had enough in my pack and I had my water bottle so I decided I would just cruise through the first check point. I looked around as I did a drive through grab of a couple cliff bars, and could not see Layne so I continued on.
The next section had a bunch of dips with little "jumps" which I guess were for flood control. These bumps were such that I didn't feel safe going over at high speeds because they would bump the back tire into the air, so I started to have jump them. It was kind of fun, but on the way back I would learn to hate them as I often didn't have the energy to spend jumping. Then my camel back ran dry. "OK, now I'll grab my water bottle." I reached down, felt around, looked down, it's gone! I had seen a few water bottles along the way that others had lost, and I would see a lot more before the day was through, but I would never see mine again. No glasses, no water, energy bars that were so dry you couldn't eat them without a drink and still 5 to 10 miles to the next check point. Then I come up to this nasty little lava flow. "I think I can ride this" I say to myself as I start up it avoiding the people hiking their bikes. Trying to get around this lady she says, "Oh just get off, you won't make it anyway." "Well I would have if you weren't in the way!". Picking up my bike, wondering why everyone was pushing instead of carrying, I continued on past the lava flow.
I pulled into check point 2, and noticed I was still ahead of schedule! My kids had were there to greet me. I had been worried about it being cold at the start so I had a long sleeve shirt over my short sleeve. Cool, with the kids here I can get rid of the extra shirt. And then I realized I could get my sunglasses from the van. I have never been so happy in my life! While I'm getting refills on water etc. Layne comes rolling in. "How did you get behind me?" I was going to ride with Layne again for awhile but he had to take a pit stop. So I told my kids to tell him I left, and continued on. Bad choice. It wasn't long before I found myself struggling along a dirt road fighting a nasty head wind. I sure could have used a drafting buddy. After a few miles of this I had someone pass me. I latched on and drafted for a few. He was nice and worked with me for a few miles, and then I took my turn pulling for him. I guess Layne had almost caught me before this but with the drafting we left him behind. A little later my drafting buddy pulled back into the lead, and I told him to go on, I couldn't hang in any longer.
Up to this point I was ahead of schedule, but then I started to notice that my back tire was running low. I jumped off and started to pump up the tire; dumb idea. Layne catches up and takes a pit stop into the woods. I look to see if I put the advil in my pack, but no. When I get done looking Layne is gone. I finally get back close to Layne just as we get to the Virgin River Rim Trail, a nice single track. The problem is I again find myself getting stuck behind people pushing bikes right were I need to be climbing. I make it through a few of these and then my tire was low again. Even dumber idea, I pumped it up again. Maybe I can make it to the next check point before it goes flat again and I can save time by changing the tire while someone fills my camel back. A couple miles later it was flat again. At this point I realized how stupid I was being and changed the tire.
I continue to be nice and hop off the trail to let someone through going down a hill. Then I come up on him going up the next hill, and of course he pushes his bike right were I need to be riding. Finally I quit silently taking it, and started asking for room to get through. It was nice that people would get out of the way when asked, but it seems like you should know to move to the side an let someone ride through.
I pull into the third check point, look at the time, and realize I was behind the slowest time for finishing in under 11:00. I had gone from being a head of schedule for finishing in 10 hours to being behind schedule for finishing in 11. I still had a bit of hope that I might finish in time but not much.
On the way back from the Virgin River to Duck Creek I saw a few signs saying Duck Creek is the opposite direction we were going. We traveled down some roads and back to the road with the head wind. Of course this time it was a tail wind and I cruised along at a good speed.
Back at Duck Creek, I know I have missed 11 hours and the climb is ahead of me. I decide to take go a good pace but make sure I can just keep moving. Back at the lava flow, and I don't even bother trying to ride through but just pick up the bike and jog through. Then it is back to the little jumps. Occasionally I could get around them but usually I would have to get up the energy to jump them.
Next came a grasshopper field. I have never seen so many grasshoppers. A couple miles of 2 to 3 grasshoppers per square inch. Max time for getting to check point 5 was 8:45:42. At nine hours I noted that all of the cup winners were now across the finish line and I was still a couple of minutes from check point 5. The nice thing was that when I got to check point 5 I found Layne again. We refueled and continued on. Now the hardest part of the course, or so I thought. Looking at about 15 miles of climbing I determined to keep a pace to where I could keep on the bike as much as I could. I was pleasantly surprised we didn't have to go back up the single track we came down. We continued up a nice wide dirt road for some miles and then turned back onto a single track, Dark Hollow, I think.
This was a nice climb that ended up in the mountain tops near Brian Head Peak. The peak however was still a couple of miles away. At this point the climb wasn't that steep but the altitude was high. I was pleased to find that the altitude didn't seem to be affecting me. Finally the trail dumped out onto the dirt road that goes to the peak. Half way up this I see Layne bombing down, "You're almost there!" I continue to the top and on the way down tell those coming up the same thing. I'm feeling good, I made it, and if I can average 30 mph I might make 11 hours! OK, 30 mph sounds fast but this was a steep road and I could do it on this dirt road and more on the pavement. Then the worst thing that could happen... they turned us off the road and back onto single track. I usually hate riding my mountain bike on the road, but now I was upset they weren't letting me ride it on the road. Not only that but it was a tricky section with more climbs! After awhile I look at my watch, 11 hours 11 minutes. I didn't make it under 11. Earlier I had been looking forward to this point thinking, "then I can relax and just finish," but now I was depressed. I really wanted to finish in under 11. However, I also wanted to finish without killing myself so I slowed down and did the best I could at enjoying the last few miles. With out a doubt this was the hardest part of the race. Not because the trail was hard, it did have some small climbs and was a bit tricky, but I was tired, I was ready to ride in on the road, and I had missed the 11 hour mark. I came around a corner and could see the finish. I shouted, not sure if it was in triumph, frustration, or just to let the kids know I was about there. Crossing the finish line I look up, 11:44.
After finishing I was thinking that this was my first and last real race. I had finished, I did it, no need to do it again. But you know.... If I did try again I bet I could make it in under 11.
Friday, July 02, 2004
Timp HikeToday we hiked to the top of Timp as a final task in the training for the Brian Head Epic. There was still too much snow to safely go from the Aspen Grove trail head to the top, but we were stupid and did it anyway.
This was a good final training for the race.
Here is a picture from near the top looking down on the Provo Canyon/Dry Canyon area where we do a lot of biking.
Thursday, July 01, 2004
Avg 6.9 Dst 13.12 Tm 1:52:56 Max 18.6Today was Novell Engineering's Lagoon day. The kids always look forward to Lagoon day. We had a fun day, but I have to say that the best ride of the day was the mountain bike ride we took before going to Lagoon.
The worst part of the bike ride was when I came flying down the hill to see Juan standing to the left of the trail shouting something about staying left. I couldn't see a fork to the right so I didn't understand what he was saying. As I approached I couldn't slow down fast enough and had to go into the bushes to the right to avoid hitting Juan. "Oh, that is what you meant, stay left so you don't endo in the dip! Ouch!" Oh well, the day wouldn't be complete without a good crash.