PRs for Everyone at the Merced River Canyon Endurance Runs

by Katie Wallace (as published on ultrarunnning.com)

On May 14, every single participant in the inaugural Merced River Canyon Endurance Runs set a new personal record at California’s Shortest Ultramarathon. Perhaps it was the unusually overcast day. Maybe it was due to beauty of the Merced River and the wildflowers adorning the canyon walls. It might have been the overwhelmingly friendly local volunteers. A wild guess is that it was probably because no one had ever run a 14 km or 44 km race before.

Regardless, all who toed the line at Briceburg Visitor Center that morning re-crossed the line later that day to earn the coveted finishers’ trucker cap, adorned with a logo of one the Merced’s River’s local residents—the rainbow trout. It was quite the feat for each participant to finish, considering the difficulty of the runs. Runners in both races were tasked with going up, then down,1800 feet over six miles on the Burma Grade, a historic mining road. Upon reaching the aid station near the top of the grade, some runners were disheartened to learn that they would have to go a half mile more up an even steeper side trail to an unmanned box of bracelets to prove their arrival at the turn-around.

Mike Cleary enjoying the river canyon en route to the 44k win

While the 14 km race was a major blowout run on the part of Jasper “Sort Of Off the Couch” Peach in a blistering time of 1:06, the 44 km turned neck-and-neck along the hot, exposed final miles of the river corridor leading to the iconic Briceburg Bridge. Eventually, Mike “I Heart Owls” McDonald edged Glen “Need River Now” Young by 19 seconds for the win. On the women’s side, Sarah Ferguson and Cassandra Dufek both looked entirely unfazed and at ease in handily winning the 14 km and 44 km, respectively. Winners were treated to stainless steel growlers filled with local beer from South Gate Brewing.

Perhaps the most inspiring performance of the day came from Leo Calles, running in his very first ultramarathon. Calles struggled up the grade, but crushed the downhill and put in an evenly-paced effort through the event’s flatter second half along the river to finish 20 minutes before the race cut-off and DFL.

The runners were not the only winners of the day. Race Director Rob Rives is the founder of a grassroots effort called Humanity Running, which is aimed at running small scale, local events meant to benefit local causes. In this case, over $700 in proceeds were donated to the South Fork Merced River Collaborative, which works with volunteers and land agencies to enhance local recreation and conservation. The run was graciously supported through the efforts of 18 local volunteers and in-kind support from NatureBridge, the Yosemite Employee Association, the National Park Service, the Bureau of Land Management, and South Gate Brewing.

Full results here.

Introducing the Merced Canyon Endurance Runs!

Hello all!

One of the founding goals of Humanity Running was to organize small, local-scale events that would simultaneously bring communities together in a celebration of running and raise funds from the events to benefit local humanitarian and environmental causes.  I'm happy to announce that we are making great strides toward this goal, and our first event is on the calendar!

Please come and join us for the inaugural Merced Canyon Endurance Runs, a pair of trail races (14k and 44k) that will take place in the lower Merced River Canyon outside of Yosemite National Park.  All proceeds from this event will be given to the Upper Merced River Watershed Council to aid with restoration efforts on various trails in the region.  All details can be found on our website and you can register here through our registration host, UltraSignup!

We look forward to seeing you out there!  We are limited to 35 entrants across both events, so come and enjoy our small, low-key atmosphere and some of the most gorgeous foothills terrain in California.  Or come to just hang out with the newts, they're cool too...

The California Newt, a common site in the Merced River Canyon

-- Robert Rives, 2/8/2016

End to End: A Cohos Saga

A U.S. border guard searches through my pack for contraband.  As he crouches on one knee and empties the trash bag containing my sleeping kit, he asks, "So what keeps you going for 165 miles?  What do you eat?"

"Well, keep digging," I reply.  He produces soggy, disintegrating Milano cookie bags.  "Whatever my body tells to me to."

"I don't get it." He muses.  "If we have the same diet, then why don't we look the same?"

At 6:50 AM on Wednesday, July 22nd, a dream began to take the first steps into reality.  Since moving to the great state of New Hampshire for a career-shaping opportunity in 2011, I have been enthralled by the landscapes, history and people of Coös County, New Hampshire's most northern and largest county.  The entire area of Coös County is about the size of Rhode Island and boasts the total population of a small city (32,000 or so).  Nicknamed the "Empire of the Trees," this land has been left mostly undeveloped and instead used for the primary economies of timber harvest, paper product and outdoor recreation.  It is a veritable forgotten paradise of wilderness experience, and this is what led to the creation of the Cohos Trail over the last twenty years by a small group of audacious, energetic individuals.  The same reasons led to my first steps over the Bemis Bridge at the head of the Davis Path that morning with my compass pointed north, my pack light and a resolution to follow the yellow blazes non-stop until Canada was in my sight.

The first good view from the Davis Path, looking southwest across the White Mountains.  The Cohos Trail makes a hardy zig-zag across the southern ranges of the Presidentials before leaving popular White Mountain areas entirely.

Day One (Hours 1 - 24): Montalban Whites, Southern Presidentials, Mt. Martha, Jefferson Dome, Kilkenny Ridge

When you're actively seeking a speed record on a certain route, it can be hard to suppress a hard effort early on.  As I coursed comfortably over familiar trails in the Montalban Whites, Dry River Wilderness and Southern Presidentials, I had to constantly remind myself that this was not a normal undertaking.  I was grappling with the reality (surreal at the time) that I was going to be on this trail non-stop for up to three days, and I couldn't afford to go my standard White Mountain pace.  Trying to kick back and enjoy it all, I took pictures left and right and began my regimen of photographing every trail junction (for timestamp verification of where I was, and at what time).  I wore a light pack through a lot of this first day, with my full overnight pack cached at the beginning of the Kilkenny range - the theory being that these more technical opening miles would be easier without it.


The first tastes of new trail came upon exiting the Edmands Path and drifting easily downhill through ski trails maintained by Bretton Woods and the Mount Washington Hotel.  All went well until I made the mistake of closely examining the knee-high brush I was running through - monoculture poison ivy.  My biggest fear, my worst enemy.  It's easy to become complacent about watching for it in northern New Hampshire, where it almost never occurs...and then it strikes!  I immediately dove into the nearby Ammonoosuc River and scrubbed HARD.  Luckily, I had gone through the worst of it and didn't see any more for the remainder of the trip.



A few confused, intrigued stares were received as the trail spat me out onto the Mount Washington Hotel golf course and rear lawn.  Sharing their space with a dirty trail runner in very short shorts, men and women in bright linens carrying summery cocktails tried to disguise their rubbernecking.  I made a show of sucking down a GU and intentionally smearing it across my face, and moved on.  Service roads, Base Station Road and eventually a course down Route 302 took me back into the woods on Cherry Mountain Road. 

The trail went comfortably up and over the Mt. Martha group of summits and through the Pondicherry Wildlife Refuge in the valley beyond.  Pondicherry might be the prettiest place on the entire Cohos Trail, with expansive views of the highest ranges in Coös County set amongst a huge valley of extreme ecological diversity.  I took my time through here, the black flies took their time with my scalp, and soon I was making my way up the two-mile road walk on Route 115A to Jefferson Village.

Slide Brook Trail to Pondicherry Rail Trail

Pondicherry Wildlife Refuge with Kilkenny in background

Michael Walsh, an old friend, co-worker and Jefferson Village resident, surprised me by pulling up in his Sprinter van on his way home from work.  I like Michael for many reasons, but one in particular - his care and love for the people he values and his lengths to help them extend past any societal niceties he might offend in the process.  So in true form, Michael drove his large van at a top speed of 4mph all the way in to Jefferson Village so that he can pace me and we can have a conversation.  After all, we hadn't laid eyes on each other since March of 2012!  The traffic dealt with it.

Surprise guest-star!!

In the village, I bought some spare batteries for the SPOT Gen3 tracking device that my friends at the EMS Climbing School in North Conway had allowed me to borrow for the journey.  I found that having it tracking constantly drained the batteries in about 14 hours, so replacements happened often.  Michael graciously treated me to a dinner of pizza and ginger ale, then drove half a mile to the Starr King trailhead to send me off when I got there.  I walked briskly (trying to relax still) from the store to the trailhead, retrieved my overnight pack from the hollow tree in which I had cached it, changed out of wet socks, and then Michael joined me for the first mile of the Starr King trail which sits at the southern end of the intimidating Kilkenny Ridge traverse.

Summit of Mt. Waumbek

Sumit of Mt. Cabot

We bid a fond farewell, and my night-time traverse of the Kilkenny Ridge began.  Through lush fern-dense understory I watched the sun set on my first full day on the trail and steeled myself for a long night of constant ups and downs.  Technical terrain, eight summits and saddles, and an hour-long nap at the Cabot Cabin near Mt. Cabot's summit brought me through to sunrise on the shores of South Lake recreation area and the official 24-hour mark.


Day 2 (Hours 24-48): Nash Stream Region, Gadwah Notch, Dixville Country and Coleman State Park

 The day dawned cloudy and moody as I picked up all the food from my first large cache at the South Pond Link and headed down to Route 110.  This was the day I was most excited about: Nash Stream and Dixville are my favorite regions along the route and I would get to enjoy both before sunset. 
To get into the Nash Stream Valley, a CT trekker must first pass through Bald Mountain notch and behind the mighty Percy Peaks (the profile of which inspired the CT logo).  I underestimated these trails; don't make the same mistake.  Both felt like significantly hard climbs, especially after a full 24 hours on the feet.  I was relieved to finally descend into the Nash Stream valley after what felt like forever - although a glance at my phone revealed that it had only been three hours.  Time was starting to warp.  Life gets interesting after a night without real sleep.

Now I was free to enjoy the flat roads and rolling trails lining Nash Stream.  Sugarloaf Arm and the East Side Trail were a joy to tramp along, and I took a dip in the Devil's Jacuzzi to wash off the accumulated grime.  A climb through spectacular meadows followed: Cathedral Meadow and Moran Meadow.  Both are both managed openings in the forest for wildlife habitat, and they led me up through the northern reaches of the valley and into the dark heart of the Cohos Trail: Gadwah Notch.

As noted in a previous blog post, I had scouted this section with my friend Johannes back in June.  Gadwah Notch has a certain mystic quality to it; nowhere else on the trail does one feel more removed from modern human life.  All is quiet in this boreal wasteland, and only huge piles of moose droppings alert a human to other life passing through.  This might well be the most geographically isolated place on the Cohos Trail, and I hope it stays that way.  The trail beyond took me through familiar but rarely trodden terrain past the Baldhead lean-to and into Kelsey Notch, where the signs of civilization reappear.  A series of ATV trails, wind turbine service roads, newly cut trail and ski trails took me past Dixville Peak and on to Table Rock at the edge of Dixville Notch.

Quickly I descended the Three Brothers Trail to the bottom of the notch (Highway 26) and my last large cache.  My left achilles tendon had become aggravated and inflamed throughout the day; this was my time to make a judgement call.  Pull the plug, save the tendon and get a ride home?  Or risk damage to the tendon and limp through another sixty miles?  That number made me sick.  How was I going to baby my left foot for SIXTY MILES?  Sunset was coming on, and after cooking a quick dinner I just decided to keep walking and postpone the thought.  Here, I had a short history of 100-mile and multiday racing to lean back against: when things begin to break down and the wheels fall off, steady forward motion will generally solve the problems.

I limp-climbed the Sanguinary Ridge, and in full darkness the rain came.  I missed a critical turn along the SST High Route.  With rain flying in my headlamp beam, I navigated with map and compass through a maze of ATV trails and eventually found the High Route again, where it bottomed out and reconnected with the Low Route.  In doing so, I had inadvertently missed the Panorama Shelter entirely, where I had planned to take a break.  Soaked to the skin, I made my way through the head-high weeds along the trail to Tumble Dick Notch and eventually down to Coleman State Park, where I crashed out for 2.5 hours in their lean-to.

I was visited by fitful nightmares that woke me consistently, and each waking moment reminded me of how painful and swollen my achilles tendon had become.  I knew it wouldn't feel good, but I had faith in this strongest of tendons, and I felt that I probably wouldn't tear it significantly or rupture it.  It was getting swollen enough to make me consider cutting a slit in the rear of my shoe to accommodate the extra size.

Around 3 AM I packed my stuff, paid my $29 for the lean-to at the self-pay station, and set off on the long section of farm roads that would eventually take me to Lake Francis and the town of Pittsburg, my beacon of hope.  The sun rose through thick fog and cloud banks as I wandered the upper reaches of the Stewartstown Plateau over to the Deadwater Region, and somewhere around the site of the old Weir Tree Farm, hour 48 ticked away.


Day Three (hours 48-66): Connecticut Lakes and Boundary Mountains

 The achilles tendon was under control (more or less), but now the constant water on the trail began to take its toll on my feet.  Deadwater Road deposited me along the shores of Lake Francis, and five miles of the Cedar Stream road took to me to the trail bordering its eastern edge, a snowmobile lane that the Cohos Trail Association has named the Lake Francis Trail.  Blisters and wet dirt abrasions began to spring up all over my feet during this push to Pittsburg, but there was no helping it - water is an unavoidable obstacle on the Cohos Trail, and only a foot cast of duct tape would begin to help.

First view of Lake Francis!

Brunch on Lake Francis

Getting worse.

I made it to Young's Store in Pittsburg at 12:45 PM and began making the phone calls.  I estimated my finish time at the Canadian Border to be somewhere around midnight, so it took a while to find a couple of friends with the right mix of crazy and tolerance of sleep deprivation who would be willing to pick me up at a far flung place late at night.  My friend Laura Kathrein saved the day with a Facebook posting calling for volunteers, and the right amount of crazy answered the call: Danielle Jepson and Nick Blanco.  "No problem!" they said.  Wow.  True friendship!

I began making my way into the hills north of Pittsburg at around 1:45 PM.  The Prospect/Covell Mountain trail system took me behind the residence of Peter and Lainie Castine, two prolific trail builders in the region and the driving force behind finishing the Cohos Trail through the Connecticut Lakes.  I chatted with Peter for a while as he was cleaning his chainsaw, and he wished me good luck on the final 30 miles.

The trails along the Connecticut Lakes are some the best in the system: 800' Bog Bridge, Moose Alley, and Fall in the River Trail were all a joy this evening, despite my disintegrating feet.  My final sunset illuminated the hills above Second Connecticut Lake, and I shuffled on into what I hoped would be my final darkness.

Until a handful of years ago, the CT had a large gap here that caused the hiker to walk along Route 3 for many miles.  That is all in the past, and a few new trails now eliminate the road walk.  R&J Chaput Trail, the Black Cat system, and ultimately Sophie's Lane (a wide snowmobile corridor) took me along to the heavenly sign I had longed so badly for: "Canada/United States Boundary 500 feet ahead."  Fighting through the last of the high weeds, I swam into the brightly illuminated perimeter of the customs compound and tapped my trekking poles to wake up Danielle and Nick, peacefully napping away in their car.

I didn't realize how profoundly I had been affected by being alone for so long until the buoyant energy of these two friends brought me out from my void of emotion.  I rode the high all the way up to Fourth Connecticut Lake, the northern terminus of the Cohos Trail.  My official finishing time was 12:47 AM on Saturday, July 25th, almost exactly 66 hours after beginning on Wednesday.  Nick graciously came up with me, and we shared shots of Maker's Mark to celebrate!  He then carried my pack back down to the customs station.  A crew of friendly border guards met us at the trailhead, and rightly enough were suspicious about our behavior: backpacks, middle of the night, possibly sneaking into another country.  They searched us for contraband and upon finding none, we had a fun and celebratory hangout session in the parking lot.  The guards were very interested in what we had been doing, and about how I had managed to do the trail in my chosen style.  I even knew one of the border guard's sons, who was a participant on a 7-day backcountry trip I had led last summer!  Small world here in Coös County.


Aftermath

Four days later, I still am fighting to stay awake a full day.  My left achilles tendon is regaining it's normal range of motion but still creaks and groans.  My right foot has two numb toes, an injury I didn't realize until a day after finishing.  And I am left with the familiar hollow emptiness of success: what did it all mean, and what is next?  At least I know this: I fulfilled my dream of traversing my favorite region in a single push, fully expressing myself across the landscape where my heart feels at home.  And in doing so, I hope that I have inspired others to realize this region as well.  The White Mountains see many millions of visitors a year, and that area is getting loved to death: eroded trails, garbage at shelters, highways turning into parking lots.  By heading further north, I believe that you will find what White Mountain pioneers found in the early 1800s: lightly used footpaths, duff underfoot, and a world that truly feels non-dominated by man.  The Cohos Trail is your route to a true wilderness experience, few of which can still be found in the Northeast.  Take it, and take care of it.

-- Rob Rives, 7/29/2015

The Cohos Trail adventure begins TOMORROW!

Hi all!  It's official: I (Rob Rives) will begin my journey on the Cohos Trail starting around 7 AM tomorrow morning, July 22nd.  While I'm on the trail, I'll be carrying a Spot Gen3 tracking device that will be broadcasting my track in 24-hour segments.  You can follow it at: http://tinyurl.com/cohostrail.  Thanks to the Eastern Mountain Sports Climbing School of North Conway for the loaner Spot device!

Listed below is a tentative itinerary that I will be following on the trail.  The times are all very approximate, and take into account a decent night's sleep each night.  I fully intend on not sleeping full nights, and may even run through a night or two - so this information will become invalid if all goes well.  The Spot track will have my up-to-date location at any moment. 

Day 1: Davis Path trailhead to Cabot Cabin (54 miles)

7:00 AM - Leave Davis Path trailhead, with watch and SPOT device tracking.  Wearing small hydration pack with liquids and food for trip to Mt. Clinton road.  Run Davis Path, Isolation West, Eisenhower Trail and Edmands Path to Mt. Clinton road.

1:00 - 2:00 PM - Begin running past Mt. Washington hotel, Cherry Mountain road and Cherry Mountain trails.  Cross Hwy 115 and continue on Slide Brook, Rail Trail, Ramparts and Colonel Whipple.  Right on Whipple Road, left on 115A to Jefferson.  On towards Waumbek trailhead, where overnight pack will be cached.  Drop smaller pack.

6:00 - 7:00 PM - Begin Kilkenny traverse.  Over Starr King, Waumbek, Weeks summits, down to Bunnell Notch.  Up to Cabot Cabin.  Cook dinner #1 and sleep a little.

Day 2: Cabot Cabin to Baldhead Mountain Shelter (35 miles)

4:00 - 5:00 AM - Make quick breakfast #1 and begin walk north over the remainder of Kilkenny.  Pick up large cache #1 at South Pond Link (12 miles from cabin).  Continue on snowmobile trail, cross 110 to Bell Hill Road.

8:00 - 9:00 AM - Continue north through Bald Mtn Notch, Old Summer Club, and behind Percy Peaks to Nash Stream Road.  Jog off the road for Sugarloaf junctions, meet road again at end.  Progress north through Moran Meadow, Bulldozer Flat and Gadwah Notch.  Quick down and up miles bring me to shelter.  Eat dinner #2 and assess.  Further or not?

Day 3: Baldhead Mountain Shelter to Lake Francis Campground (40+ miles)
 
4:00 - 5:00 AM - Make quick breakfast #2 and continue to Kelsey Notch, Dixville Bypass, ski trails, Three Brothers Trail and Huntington Cascades to Wayside picnic area.  Pick up large cache #2. 

8:00 - 9:00 AM - Cross Route 26 and continue up SST to High/Low Route junction.  Take High Route, re-meet Spruce Trail and take Short Route to avoid Nathan Pond.  Continue to Coleman State Park. 

12:00 - 1:00 PM - Continue down to Heath Road, Bear Rock Road and McAllaster Road.  Up past Creampoke, Weirs Tree Farm view, Clarksville Bog and over to Dead Water Road.  Take to Cedar Stream Road.  Follow to Lake Francis Trail, and on to River Road.  Leave trail to go to campground if necessary.  Eat dinner #3.

Day 4: Lake Francis Campground to Fourth Connecticut Lake (26+ miles)

4:00 - 5:00 AM - Make quick breakfast #3 and continue back to trail.  Stop at Young's for supplies?  Follow trail to Canadian border, making dinner #4 if and when necessary. 

That's all for now!  The weather looks decent and I'm feeling strong.  Time to go for a dance with the mighty Cohos Trail.

-- Rob Rives, 7/21/2015

Wet Wilderness: Scouting on the Cohos Trail

According to the Cohos Trail website, "Once beyond the Baldhead Shelter lean-to to the north, the trail is one of the least walked sections of the CT."

So we walked it.

"The trail has become much more distinct in the ground, however, and is quite easy to follow. You should still watch carefully for the yellow blazes on the trees at all times."

Blazes everywhere!

 We wandered through stunning country, visited more often by the feet of moose than those of humans, and enjoyed stellar signage and blazes the entire way.  Even with the annual piles of spring blowdowns, recent logging operations and lush undergrowth trying to hide the trail, we found our way easily thanks to the efforts of the Cohos Trail Association through here.

The new Dixville Bypass

Beginning in Dixville Notch State Park, my friend Johannes and I walked the Cohos Trail south to the Baldhead shelter on Baldhead Mountain, a distance of ten or eleven miles.  A mix of freshly cut trails, older woods paths, ATV trail and ski trails led us along.  Consistent recent rains meant a healthy amount of water and calf-deep mud at times, but that's to be expected out here - far to the north of the heavily used, rocky trail madness in the White Mountains.  It's all part of the Cohos Trail experience, and we relished the feeling of newness and relative obscurity in these woods - what pioneering trampers probably felt in the White Mountain region nearly two hundred years ago.

Looking down on Dixville Notch from the Table Rock summit

Nearing the top of the old Balsams Wilderness ski area

We dropped our packs at the shelter and used the remaining daylight to ramble up to the height of land in Gadwah Notch, a little crook in the mountains that truly feels like the dark, boreal heart of the Nash Stream region.  A drizzling rain greeted us there and progressed in intensity as we quickened our pace back to the shelter.  We fitfully slept through a night of pouring rain and high winds that occasionally blew water into the shelter and sprayed Johannes.

 

Baldhead Shelter, the first shelter erected on the Cohos Trail.  Views here reach the Carter-Moriah and Presidential Ranges!

We retraced our steps the next day through occasional and then consistent rains, keeping us nice and soggy from the get-go.  The main goals of the trip were met: we got a sense of how easy the trail was to follow (very, for the most part) and enjoyed the solitude of the Great North Woods.  I couldn't be more excited about the upcoming speed effort in late July!

-- Rob Rives, 7/1/2015