"You should seriously
reconsider your entry if you sustain an injury within six weeks of
the race, or are a smoker."
"This is a risk-filled and dangerous race. Bad things can and
usually do happen. Someone has been injured or imperiled each year.
There are very real hazards and little chance for immediate medical
aid if needed. Racers are asked to please assist their fallen brethren.
Communication is nigh onto impossible."
Yeah, this is a serious deal, but being long on endurance and short
on brains Ben and I both signed up...
Brothers Ben & Michael Logsdon, calling themselves Team Delta-T,
before the start of the Crow Pass Crossing 24-miler - July 2006 (Photos
Courtesy of Chuck Logsdon)
excerpts from Michael's
Race Report -
The next concern
in packing was food and water. You're not going to find a table stocked
with Gatorade on the moraine by Raven Glacier so bring any water you
need to drink, or have the ability to treat water from the streams
along the trail. I went with 2 Liters in my pack and threw in a little
bottle of Iodine tablets in case the two liters wasn't quite enough.
As far as food, nut allergies prevent my brother and I from eating
most of those energy bars and gels, so we went to the grocery store
and looked for the highest calorie, lowest volume snack food we could
find. It was Pop Tarts by far. One of those goofy little sleeves of
Pop Tarts that high-fructose-corn-syrup-loving nancy boys eat for
breakfast contains 400 calories. Bracing for the worst I packed four
To pull into the Crow Creek parking lot at 6 am we got up around 3:30
and left the house by 4:00. For breakfast I had some oats out of my
trough and drank some water. My nerves were pretty bad because I'd
never run a marathon and was about to attempt a wilderness marathon
on very little training. Can't waste time being nervous though, so
I oiled up my loin cloth and we hit the road.
On the way down the
pass, if you can peel your eyes off your feet while scurrying down
the rocky slope you'll be rewarded with a view of the Raven Glacier.
Don't get too wrapped up in the scenery though; there was a fun little
section across an avalanche chute where you had to be careful to avoid
an unintentional glissade off the race course. And towards the bottom
of the pass there was a small snowfield that I tried to run down but
the snow was too hard and I fell on my ass, headed straight at a guy
who was carefully picking his way down. I clawed at the hard snow
and slowed down just enough to avoid knocking him over, and once I
got around him I noticed with some dismay that there was no clean
runout: the snow just stopped. Again, I clawed at the snow to slow
down with poor results and eventually accepted, this is going to hurt.
I slammed against some rocks at the bottom of the snowfield and took
a role call of my limbs. They were all present and accounted for so
I got up and kept running.
Ben and I probably
didn't make any friends charging down the pass, cutting several people
off and nearly bowling them over, but hey, this ain't no popularity
contest and coming down from a pass is a great way to make up time.
After crossing a creek at the bottom of the major downhill we settled
into a spirited jog through the dense grass and brush. You have to
be careful to watch your feet through this section as the overgrown
vegetation makes it difficult to see the rocks and roots grabbing
at your feet.
At 90 minutes I ate
one of the sleeves of Pop Tarts. Ben rolled his ankle but insisted
that he was fine so we kept chugging away and made the river crossing
in 2:15. The race organizers had bought a bunch of those cancer research
bracelets and volunteers were giving one to everybody at the edge
of the river, so by having a bracelet you proved you forded the river
in the right place. Plunging into the ice cold water of Eagle River
felt good. Really good. You can turn your head to the right and see
Eagle Glacier while you're slogging through the river, so that water
was cold. It was mostly knee deep with a couple sections up to my
thighs, and thankfully no higher than my thighs because I didn't enjoy
the prospect of not seeing my testicles again for several years.
Ben weighs in on the take-off -
Once I broke away
from Michael after the river crossing I probably was going way too
fast. I had to slow down a little bit, but I relished passing a couple
of people Michael and I had been hanging behind. Then for about two
or three miles there was no one around and I was running all by myself
through the woods on a very windy trail. After 3 or 4 miles there
is a really vicious part of the trail that is all steep up and down
with poor trail visibility. There is even a ladder up a small ledge
at one point. That section knocked the wind out of my sails because
I tried to go fast to pass a few people, but the steep sections were
probably to steep to run up. It was a relief to get back to relatively
flat ground and start picking people off, at about two or three people
every mile until mile 22. One person's comment as I passed them by
crashing through the brush on the side of the trail was "Where the
hell did you come from?"
Report Excerpts courtesy of furiousm.com
- Don't miss the whole story at: www.furiousm.com/crowpassracereport.htm