Kearsarge 2016

Saturday, August 27, 2016

This has been the summer of having fun.  Any thoughts of structured training have been abandoned. I ride for enjoyment and mental health. Up until last summer, I primarily cycled in the summer months with touch of running thrown in. The running was never really much fun. I did it for bone health. This summer however, cycling has been diluted with hiking. Hiking is fun. The pace is slower for sure, and most hikes don't involve adrenaline spikes, but endorphin enhanced flow states are surely attained.

So why sign up for a hillclimb race then?  I hadn't even been on a road bike in like two months. It's fun to test yourself once in a while, see how bad you suck or if you still have it. You get to ride and socialize with good peeps. Testing yourself against a mountain is one of the safest forms of cycling competition. Plus I like to support small, local events.

The Kearsarge hillclimb race is put on by the Hopkington Rotary Club. They do a fine job with all aspects of the event. Hillclimb races are falling off the calendar like road races have been for a while now. Seems gravel grinders are all the rage these days. Still though, I was encouraged to see many first-timers at Kearsarge today. Registration numbers went from 40 to 80 in the last week with some day-of registrants. Enough to bring this event back next year, but we'll have to grow that number to keep it going.

A few asked about my website. Lycos hosted it for 15 years. I kept my domain name registered through them. Somehow in May, they lost my domain name. They insisted they were working on it and to sit tight, they'll get me back up in no time. Days turned into weeks turned into months. They told me I should contact a third party non-US registration company to get it back. I did, and they wanted ridiculous fee. I have no idea how this can happen, and if this was a business domain name, it would have gone legal. But alas, northeastcycling.com was just a self-funded overflow of my passion for cycling. I was not going to be extorted, nor did I have the time to mess with it. So after a two month battle, I told Lycos to go f*ck themselves, in so many words, and cancelled my account. I filed a nasty review with the BBB and protested two months charges with credit card company, which I got back.

But wouldn't you know it, the same day I told Lycos to get lost, another north easterner bought my domain name at auction and started a new northeastcycling.com website. Former visitors pointed out some of my original content started appearing on this new website. What?! I was able to get in touch with the new owner and mentioned he needed permission to use it. He meant no harm, noticing all the failed requests to his new domain name, realizing that it was pretty popular before. He put archived pages up with same URLs so people could find what they were looking for. Not sure what direction he will take northeastcycling.com yet, but last check my content has been removed. You can find most of it archived on the Way Back Machine. I will likely resurrect some form of the original northeastcycling.com website under a new domain name.

Back to Kearsarge. I worked through last weekend to meet a deadline and took Thursday through Sunday off this weekend. With a huge cycling trip to Colorado coming up in a week, I wanted to get lots of trail volume in. How would that work out going into a time trial up a mountain? Good "training" for Colorado, I figured, where you get up everyday and do a big ride or hike in the mountains.

We lined up at 9:30am. Temp came up way faster than I expected. It was humid. My goal like last year was to do whatever it took to stay with the young studs over that first 200ft wall, then sit in until getting to the steep toll road to the summit.

Well, they didn't totally kill it over that first wall near the start. That meant I and about 30 others were still part of the lead group. Not much of a selective advantage there. But then the attacks started on the many rollers over the next 3 miles to the mountain road. Lack of VOmax work this summer and tiredness from two days of trail riding left me with nothing to respond to these efforts.  I gave up half way to the real climb, thinking any seconds I gain by staying with the kids would more than be lost going against the mountain. I'd burn way too many matches before the real work began.

I was dismayed at how quickly the lead pack of 10 or so riders vanished. I was in no man's land for a bit, eventually trading places with Mark Virello and one other rider. Peter Megdal, who is in my age group, made an effort to stay with the leaders. He was gone. I wondered if I had just made a tactical error.

The first mile after the toll gate is the steepest mile in the eight mile race. It averages about 12% grade. It didn't take long before I started seeing Peter again. Getting reeled in quickly, he was.  Maybe sitting up during all those explosive efforts was not such a stupid move after all.

We passed Peter. I still wasn't feeling very competitive. After the first steep mile, there are bits that level off and even a couple slight downhills on the way up. There was a bit of cat and mouse going on, like nobody wanted to give anybody more draft benefit than they deserved, no matter how minuscule it was. I was certainly guilty.

Then I started pondering. Do I go all the way to the finish with these two and trust my mad fast-twitch Watts to not lose a couple spots? I knew Mark but wasn't sure what age group he was in. Then I thought naw, I might as well see what I could do now with two miles to go. I didn't feel like I had mad fast twitch Watts anymore anyway. It worked, just barely, finishing 8 seconds ahead of Mark. Turned out he's in next age group now.

Only 18 seconds slower than last year, which is nothing to be disappointed about. I turn 55 next year, which bumps me into the next age category at some events. I may actually get back into training mode and do more races. I find that passion alone gets you 95% of the way potential fitness. If you have lots of passion for your sport, you don't have to rely on regimented training programs to maintain a high level of fitness. I may not do the 5x4 minute VOmax efforts I used to, but passion pushes me to ride hard every week. Achieving that last few percent performance is costly. I haven't been in the mindset to go there this year. Yet in the bigger picture of the general population, just riding for enjoyment will easily put you in the top few percent of health and fitness. Isn't that what matters most?

It was a gorgeous day, and no climb is complete without the summit. The toll road parking lot stops a few hundred feet shy of the summit via a ledgy hiking trail. I sent up hiking shoes ahead of time, quickly changed, then sprinted up to the summit.  I was amazed at how agile I felt without backpack and without poles. I could actually use my arms for balance hopping across boulders! I took a couple photos up top. I learned how idiots taking selfies die. I wasn't paying attention (not taking a selfie), took a step back without looking, not realizing there was nothing to step onto behind me! Go for a tumble, I did. My second best camera went bouncing down the granite dome. Knee got bloodied up. Mostly just granite rash. I was lucky hip and shoulder checks didn't brake bones. Camera didn't fare well. Have to take apart to see if salvageable.

Part way up trail looking down on parking lot/finish line

Summit looking towards the Whites after I dropped my camera. What is black spot?

Finish area after short hike

Heading back down the trail, again I felt so light on my feet with no pack or poles, like I could almost run on that crud. Maybe I was just hopped up on race endorphins and it was all in my head. Did make me ponder possibilities.

50-59 podium

No big hike or ride after the race this year. Some home projects have been neglected for too long. One day remaining of my four day weekend. Hike or bike?

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Mini Presi-tour: Dreaming of Colorado

Sunday, August 7, 2016

I started the Hill Junkie blog in 2007 as an overflow of my passion for climbing by bicycle. At the time, I had no idea I would some day take up hiking. Cycling is still my primary passion, especially off-road cycling. My weekends over the past year are quite different than from a few years ago. Recover a little leading up to the weekend, then do a leg crushing 4-5hr ride on Friday or Saturday. I used to ride again the next day at a mellower pace, but not anymore. I go hiking!

Not that hiking is easy. Some hikes start out with a 3000ft climb in just a few miles with no warm-up going into the climb. I love long monotonic climbs. I quickly get into a grove, a nice steady tempo pace and find my flow state. Climbing a steep mountain on foot can put me in a flow state quicker than riding can. Maybe it's the slower, rhythmic pace of it. I've felt this way about skate skiing too.

This weekend I pushed myself pretty hard on a 50 mile trail ride near the coast on Saturday, hitting Bradley-Palmer, Willowdale and Georgetown-Rowley state forests. There are many miles of near road bike speeds mingled in my loop, but there is a healthy dose of super chunky New England tech in there too. Couldn't even walk right after that one.

Then Sunday, I headed up to the White Mountains on a whim. I said I wasn't going to fight the traffic on I-93 coming back again, but funny how a week goes by, you miss the mountains, and forget how bad 93 sucks southbound on Sunday evenings. A loop I threw together in my head would climb Ammonoosuc Ravine Trail, loop over Mt Monroe, head north over Mt Washington, loop over Mt Clay, then down Jewell Trail. I had not hiked any of this stuff west of the ridgeline before. Had wanted to hike Ammo for a while now.

Forecast showed slight chance of rain in the area, but Mt Washington Observatory said in and out of the clouds, windy and high in the 40's. Sounded good to me. There was a ranger with info table set up at the Ammo trailhead lot at 10am. Summit looked very dark and scary. I asked if it was raining up there, he said no, but probability goes way up at 11am and up more later in day. Great. Takes about an hour to reach the ridge. Some warm layers and Goretex went in the pack. I was surprised how much parking space was left in the lot. Where was everybody? Many of the other lots driving up were only partially full too.

I felt half-way decent heading up Ammo. Didn't take long to overtake most of the people that started much earlier. Overheard comments I've heard many times now while heading up. I'm in cruise mode, light to moderate tempo pace, which means not breathing very hard, not audibly anyway. People see I use poles and see I can scoot right up steep slab or big steppy stuff. Not hardly breathing. Then I hear "see dear, that's what we need!" Or "see, that's how you do it!" Implying that all you need are poles and they too, can scoot right up steep stuff without slowing down.  Little do they know I bring two decades of competitive cycling fitness to hiking.

Falls on Ammo. A dip would be nice, then I'd spoil all those prize photos people try to capture here.

Cascades further up Ammo

Looking over cascades on Ammo

I have never gone against the clock on a hike. I am curious, maybe give an uphill a go sometime. Chris Dailey better watch out! Just kidding. The thing is, I suck-ass going down. I'm pretty sure on most terrain in a time-trial scenario, I will be faster going up than back down the same trail. This would be particularly true of the trails I hiked today.

It took about 70 minutes to reach the Lakes Hut. Mt Monroe was in the clear. Bonus! But I no more than started heading over to Monroe when the whole ridge just suddenly blanked out with clouds. Crap! I had forgotten to put a memory card in my good camera anyway, so maybe I won't be so mad about that now and just enjoy being socked in my own little world.

I was soaking wet with sweat and the temp was probably not more than 50F and the wind was really ripping. I stopped to pull off my soaked top and put a dry long sleeve thermal layer on. It was cold enough to make my nose run and wind was whipping snot all over my glasses. The Presidential Range in August!

As I climbed the wee bump that Monroe is, the orographic cloud deck started to lift again. Maybe I would snag a view or two after all. As I approached the summit and visibility improved, I realized there was nobody else on the summit! A Presi peak to myself on a weekend in August? It was one year ago this weekend that I completed a Presi-traverse, and the peaks around Mt Washington were mobbed.

Lakes of the Clouds Hit. A photo can't depict how dynamic this view was. This clouds were forming in place and ripping over the ridge at 50-60mph.

Posing near Mt Monroe summit, devoid of people

From Mt Monroe, looking back at Lakes, Mt Washington directly in background socked in

Ah, that's more like it! The southern Presi's.

After spending a few minutes there, I hopped down the south side, got on the Crawford Path and headed back to the Lakes Hut. Mt Washington was still socked in with very dark clouds. There were more people now, but not mad numbers. I could still keep a pretty good rhythm going and rarely got bogged down. Most stops were of my own doing to take photos.

For an instant, the cloud deck almost lifted above the Washington summit. Just a teaser. As I approached the summit, visibility was terribly poor, maybe only 50ft at times. Most people up there were dressed almost for winter. The towers and buildings were catching condensation, and the wind was ripping it off, making it feel like it was raining up there. But it wasn't.

The teaser. Mt Washington summit almost in the clear.

Looking back at Mt Monroe while approaching Mt Washington summit cone. Where is everybody?

Further up summit cone, passed a few peeps on the way

Ugh. Couldn't see squat as I popped out on the summit

Only a handful of people waiting to get summit photo. Mostly winter clothes up here.

Choo-choo. Diesel. Do they run the coal engine anymore?

I next planned to take Gulfside trail down to Mt Clay, but I couldn't find it! I went in circles in the abyss. Found Nelson Crag. Not it. Found Crawford. The way I came up, not it. Gulf side was supposed to be in the middle, but I couldn't see shit. Finally I found it behind Tip Top House. Maybe there was a sign out front somewhere, but I couldn't find it.

Going down Gulfside Trail was pretty tricky. My legs were getting a little noodly (remember I destroyed them on the bike the day before?). It was loose scree. As I reached the saddle with Mt Clay, I turned around to see Mt Washington summit in the clear now. Figures! Not all was lost. The rest of the northern Presi's were in the clear now too, and that view across the Great Gulf Wilderness does not suck.

The Great Gulf Wilderness with Jefferson, Adams and Madison flanking the north side

Mt Clay in the clear now

Mt Washington in the clear, now that I'm not up there anymore! Two cog cars coming down.

I passed a couple others dropping down the Mt Washington summit cone. A cog rail train was heading up. An AT through-hiker, a woman, said oh shoot, AT hikers are supposed to moon passing cog trains! That's hilarious, I hadn't heard that one before.

Once I got off Washington's summit cone and started hitting the Mt Clay humps, there were no other people in sight. Again unexpected, to have another Presi peak to myself on what was turning out to be a fine day above treeline.

Hiking down the north side of Clay was also super challenging. Lots of unstable footing there. I had hiked up that last year and probably thought nothing of it going up at the time. Little did I know, that once I dropped 500ft down to pick up the Gulfside Trail again to head back to Jewell Trail, I'd be climbing right back up most of those 500ft on unstable rock!

Mt Jefferson. Not a person in sight. Kinda wanted to keep going that way, but then how would I get back to my car?!

The Great Gulf headwall and Washington summit

Heading down Mt Clay with Jefferson opposite. Strapped my t-shirt to Camelbak in hopes it would dry out before putting it on again at lower elevation.

Mt Clay loop trail. Super hard on my ankles.

Cog Railroad base center, Bretton Woods ski area beyond

Jewell Trail just before it tips off ridge into treeline.

I read somewhere that Jewell was the easiest trail to Mt Washington summit. I thought there was nothing easy about the top 1000ft of vertical of Jewell. Once back below treeline though, the lose rock turned into stable footing the rest of the way down.

Turned out to be a great little hike, about 5500ft of climbing in 12 miles. It was nearly a pure loop. Hikes like these have all the attributes of what I look for in bike loops too. Monster climbs, challenging terrain, and great scenery.

In four weeks I head to Colorado for two weeks. My mountain bike will go with me, but also my hiking gear. The trip will still be cycling-centric. More than half of the days will be riding-only. One or two days may have short spur hikes to 13er summits during rides. 2-4 days will be hiking-only days, where I plan to hit some of the 14ers. I will value some of the less popular, perhaps less accessible hikes for some solitude and get away from motor vehicles. There are many expansive wilderness areas in SW Colorado to find some solitude. I ordered a PLB transponder, as most areas I will go into have no cell phone coverage. Have to keep the misses happy. Looking forward to Colorado.

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What the Cog?

Thursday, July 28, 2016

It used to be that the big gears on a bike were up front and the little gears were in the back. This has all been turned upside down now. Bikes went from two chain rings to triples, back to doubles, and now 1-by drive trains seem to be the norm in the MTB world. Funny how the pendulum swings like that. And people just gotta have that latest setup too. I think 1-by drivetrains are stupid.

I ride a variety of terrain - uphill, downhill, dirt roads, pavement. A mountain bike works on all of it. My Santa Cruz Tallboy has a 2x10 drivetrain, meaning a small and large ring up front with complement of 10 cogs in the back. I use all of those gears regularly. I could use more gear on both low and high ends, actually.

Sometimes on the road, I spin out with a tailwind or heading downhill. A bigger ring up front would be nice, like a triple. But then on the other end, I could use an easier gear or two for some climbs. If a double crank is not enough, how could a single ring drivetrain possibly be enough. Yeah, the mocho types say just grow a pair and tough it out. How about join me on a 5000ft climb to 13,000ft in Colorado with your 1-by?

The predecessor to my Tallboy was 26" wheeled with a triple crank. The 22:34 ratio gave me a 16.8" gear. Then 29ers came around, and the industry graciously gave us a 36t cog to ease the burden of turning that wagon wheel. But they also took away the triple. The new ratio of 24:36 with the bigger wheel pushed gear up to 19.6", a 17% jump! That is almost two gears harder on the low end. Two hour long climbs at 3mph already hurt. I didn't need them to hurt 17% harder.

So now new frames are being produced that are not even compatible with front derailleurs. This will limit selection of future frame purchases for me. Again, to mitigate some of the impact of loss of range, the industry now provides 42t cogs! Cogs have now become bigger than rings on most mountain bikes.

New 42t cog on left to supplement a 36t cassette with BIG ring on right.

When I mate a 42t cog to my 24t ring from my double crank, I get a 16.6" gear, pretty much right back to where I was with a triple crank on a 26" wheeled bike. Nothing I regularly ride around here requires such a low gear ratio. Only a ski area service road or two I infrequently hit might benefit.

Several companies now offer conversion kits. I went with One Up. Basically, you start with a standard 36t, 10spd cassette. The largest cogs are all bonded to an aluminum carrier. So you first slide on the 42t cog, then the cassette, but leave off the 15t or 17t ring to keep cog count at 10. Rather than have a big gap from 19 to 15 or 17 to 13, the kit includes a 16t cog, so you remove 17t and 15t cogs and add the 16t. This way the steps are 19-16-13. Still biggish steps, but not huge.

I head to Colorado for two weeks in September. There are several climbs out there that will see heavy 42t cog usage. Carson Rd up to highest point on the Colorado Trail, Black Bear Pass in Telluride, Maybe Gunsight Pass in Crested Butte are all motivation for lower gearing. Amount of hike-a-bike will be reduced and the legs will be fresher to ride again the next day.

The Tallboy will be going with me. It had developed a nasty bottom-bracket area squeak the last couple rides. Pulling things apart, the BB itself was buttery smooth. No delamination of alloy inserts in carbon frame either. I next moved to the VPP (Virtual Pivot Point) bearings. Pulled the assembly apart and found the bearings trashed.

I was not surprised, I had logged over 8100 miles on this bike so far and these were still the original bearings. I have never even ridden a third this many miles with my other full-squish bikes bikes without having to replace bearings or bushings. The Enduro Max bearings and grease fittings on the pivot link are key to the longevity of these bearings.

I already had the bearings on hand, as I had just replaced the upper rocker bearings because they were developing some play, which bugged me. The VPP bearings were so gone they fell apart when I tried to press them out, making it a heat and punch operation for removal. What a PIA. New ones went in fine, but the outer rubber seals that are not part of the bearings were trashed.

Hunting online, these could not be found anywhere, including Enduro Fork Seals, where I bought the bearing kit. So I emailed Santa Cruz service department inquiring where I might find them, as their online store didn't have them either. I got a quick response saying four were in the mail to me. How awesome is that?

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Campton Boondoggle

Saturday, July 23, 2016

The forces to be conspired against Dave and I getting a decent trail ride in today. For starters, a pick-up lost control on I-93 and nearly took us and a few other cars out. Presumably distracted driving. The forecast was less than perfect. At the very least, it was going to be gross hot. Maybe the pop-up thunderstorms predicted would be a good thing.

Our planned route would hit four major climbs and several lesser climbs. Not a minute into the ride, we stopped, A cub bear was along the road. Where was mama bear? I'm seeing more bear these days. The first climb was Campton Mountain, nearly all paved now. Starting from the Campton dam, it is always a kick to the groin with no warm-up and grades approaching 20% with 1200ft gain. Chamois was already saturated just a few miles into a nearly 50 mile loop.

Where is your mama?

Cub turned around and ran back into woods as we approached

After bombing down Campton, we headed over to the Welch Ledges. There is an alternative trail up to the ledge that starts out on an old logging road. The grade is just manageable in the lowest gear.  It had rained on Welch-Dickey overnight, and with the humidity, some of the slab was still wet and uber sketchy. A number of hikers were on the ledge taking in the view.

Dave heading up to the Welch Ledge


View from Welch Ledge into Sandwich Wilderness


Dickey Mtn and the upper ledge

After a treacherous descent back down to the valley, we headed into the Smarts Brook area to hit some established and not so established trails. No sanitized trail here. Very rough wilderness feel to the riding, every rock, root and slab felt. A dismount every now and then was required. After passing by scenic Atwood Pond, we popped out on seasonal Sandwich Notch Rd for a few hundred more feet of climbing before cresting the notch.

Riding in the Smarts Brook area

Fine gems of trail in Smarts Brook area

Bombing down the other side of Sandwich Notch is so much more fun on full-squish mountain bikes than cyclocross bikes I often ride on this road. Can pretty much ride WFO, that is until a jeep comes around the bend and the road is only wide enough for a jeep...

We followed the Beebe River for nearly 10 miles down stream on the gated Algonquin Rd two-track. Love that section. Minimal pedal input can net you 20-25mph speed much of the time.  The skies were looking more ominous by the minute though. That 30% chance of rain was looking more like a certainty.

Algonquin Rd along the Beebe River. Ominous sky building.

We next wrapped around Mt Prospect on Perch Pond Rd. This is an open auto road that we hoped would recoup some of the excess time that went into the challenging trails thus far. But 3500ft of climbing in 15 miles put a dent in the legs.

On the way to Mt Prospect, we cut through on Town Farm Rd, another two-track that eventually necks down to a narrow trail. It is here where the thunder started booming and the skies opened up. Dave and I were so hot and gross by that point, the rain was welcome. The temp dropped a bunch too. We were surely going to run out of water before the end of the ride, and anything to cool the body down would help preserve limited water reserves. I did pack my filter just in case.

The small storm cell petered out just as we got to the Mt Prospect climb, another 1000 footer that I have never ridden. Some photos suggested it would be a buff cruise to the top, where there was a nice outlook to the lakes region. It sure started that way, albeit steep approaching 20% grades. Then it got steeper. Then it got rocky and rooty. It is one of those climbs where, if you are in the right stated of mind, you grit your teeth and just get it done. I didn't clean it to the first outlook, but rode maybe 98% of it. Dave was less enthused with that kind of material placed late in the route. I think I heard him cursing the Hill Junkie.

Outlook from Mt Prospect, northern lakes in distance. Thunder was booming nearby
just to the southwest of here.

Dave on summit lollipop loop. We were probably off the bike as much as on.

Prospect summit loop

Upon reaching the outlook, Dave commented he wouldn't need to do this ride again if this climb was part of it. I thought wow, that was super hard, not a whole lot of fun, but rewarding by cleaning so much of it. That was before we started to take the little lollipop loop around the summit. Ugh. Lots of hike-a-bike. Hmmmm, perhaps when I ride this again, I do not need to ride the summit loop.

The descent was a test of brake caliper heat handling. Wow, don't think my wrists ever got so sore from brake pump. Popping out on road we had only one more "wee" bump to hit before final plummet to cars: Page Hill. I think Dave was all set on climbing for the day, and I may have heard more HJ cursing when I turned right for the two-track Page Hill finish instead of just following paved Rt 175 all the way back to the car. At least Page Hill is manageable, steep, but not crazy, and well maintained. I've ridden my cross bike at least a few times over that bump.

Parked along the Mad River, first order of business was a soak to remove 48 miles of grime and bring the body temp back into normal range. The water was so warm it almost wasn't refreshing. Was hoping for more of an ice bath sensation. But it was heavenly nonetheless.

There's body in the Mad River!


The short drive back down I-93 was not without issues either. Near Hooksett tolls, traffic stops, and all manner of rescue vehicles fly by. Accident. Great. I think most trips coming back from the Whites have me hung up by an accident. Looked like single pick-up roll-ever, very nasty, maybe passengers thrown from vehicle. Another distracted driver like on our way up? Don't know. I'm becoming increasingly leery of driving on that road.

What's worse than gas station burritos? Gas station hotdogs!
Hot dogs and a whoopee pie Dave bought me for post ride refuel.

Anyway, it was a great exploratory ride, if not a bit of a boondoggle. GPS logged 48mi with 7200ft of climbing in just under 5hrs moving time. I really enjoy getting off the beaten path once in a while. Good for skill maintenance, good for the psyche, and makes you appreciate the work NEMBA puts into other trail systems around the state.

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Sweltering Okemo

Saturday, June 25, 2016

Pinned a number on again. Well, not on me, but to my bike. Figured I've gone far enough into this summer without pushing myself on a bike against the clock. The Okemo Mtn hillclimb event is in its ninth year. I've done it most of those years, and Okemo always seems to be hotter than the rest. Today was no exception.

I've done no specific interval work on the bike since before my April cycling trip to Arizona. That doesn't mean I only putz around on bikes these days. I get about one day a week where I hammer for 60-90 minutes, almost always on my mountain bike on trails. That can turn your legs into jelly, but it is almost impossible to get the same kind of cardio workout you can on the road. My intensity work has been primarily focused on foot, hill repeats at Pack Monadnock or a small cell tower hill by work. These efforts were 3-13 minutes in duration, so more like VOmax workouts. Then throw in 4-6hr hikes every weekend, a confused regimen of "training" surfaces. Since I embraced hiking last year, I've sensed that the one thing I didn't suck at was getting diluted. I was becoming a jack of all trades and master of none.

I used to stress out over that. My competitive drive has waned over the last few years. So why should I continue to train a certain way if I don't use it for some kind of reward? I was curious to see how Okemo would go though. I wondered how well the running and hiking would keep me tuned up for an uber intense effort on the bike like Okemo.

It was very hot warming up for the race. I did an abbreviated warmup, as I surely didn't want to go into a hillclimb with an already elevated core body temp. At these temps, I can reach dangerous core temp in less than 20 minutes. It was already over 80F lining up.

After the neutral drop down to Rt 103, a few riders bolted from the pack and draw a nice gap. Hmmm, there's no way that is going to make much difference when 30 minutes of hard climbing is just a couple minutes away. But still, two guys in my age group were with them. If they just sat in and got to the base of the climb 30 seconds before I did, that would be like a 30 second head start. But that initial attack faltered and we were almost all back together as we turned onto the access road.

The bottom is so steep and the tendency is to push way too many Watts into it. I've gotten good at blocking out those going too hard and bolting on past me. Those that are burning borrowed Watts, I'll see you in a few minutes when I pass you back.

Mid-mountain I feared my turkey pop-up timer was about to go off. So much of the climb is exposed to the sun. We had a group of about 4 or 5 of us trading place the whole way. I also feared it was going to be a slow-speed cross-eyed sprint to the line.


My pop-up timer never popped. I think I just slowly started to fade like those around me. With about half a mile to go, I figured I either had it in me to draw a gap or I was going to get out-sprinted at the line anyway, so I had nothing to lose. I inched up the pace and a gap started to grow. I crossed the line with a 14sec gap, the fifth person to finish.


I was almost a minute slower than last year. I was pretty happy with that considering lack of specific training and not tapering for this race like I would for a more important event. So it would appear that running uphill and lots of aerobic hiking volume can help maintain a pretty good base for cycling.

It would be a shame to drive 2+ hours for a 35 minute race and not take advantage of a nice hot day with additional activity in the area. I sent my sneakers up the mountain for a very short hike to the true summit. There is a tall fire lookout on the summit, which totally sketches me out. A couple other hillclimbers had the same idea as we walked up the rough jeep track to the tower. The summit is just under 3000ft, but from the lookout, you have unobstructed view of peaks from the ADKs to the Whites.

We got back to the finishing area just as race organizers were about to let us head back down the auto road. Okemo's pavement keeps deteriorating. The descent requires more care each year. Used to be you could rip 50+mph on the lower section, but I don't feel safe doing that anymore.

After a great lunch and awards hosted by the Ludlow Rotary club, I headed back out on the bike to sample some fantastic gravel roads in the area. One of my favorite gravel climbs in Vermont is the Old CCC Rd, which was destroyed by hurricane Irene several years ago and was only recently rebuilt and opened. After a 2000ft climb at race pace and a robust lunch, it is so hard to get the legs working in climbing mode again. I suffered mightily. I had a 45 mile loop planned with 4500ft of climbing but truncated the loop due to heat and time constraints to "only" 3000ft worth. Still a great day, about 52 miles/6000ft total.

Looking northeast, Whites and Mt Washington faintly visible

Looking east. Mt Ascutney left and Mt Kearsarge distant center with town of Ludlow in valley below.

The tower that swayed slightly as you reached the top. Lot of flights there.

Old CCC Rd. Second sign says Narrow Road, Steep Drop Off

One of a few switchbacks on CCC Rd

Vermont is always so green. Think that is Shrewsbury Peak center and Killington left of it. I hiked those a few weeks ago.

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