Moccasin Lake Challenge

The Moccasin Lake Challenge was hands down the most unique running event I've ever been a part of.  The race director, Mikey Chingman, was very clear that this was not a race, but it was a challenge; a spiritual run to challenge yourself on the mountain; to run for your loved ones both present and departed; to spend a day on the mountain discovering who you are.  There was no first place or last place.

Well over 100 runners and even more community members at the start

The run was supposed to start at 10am, but to be frank, in typical Native style we didn't start running until 11:30, but that was OK.  We didn't start for an hour and a half because there was a ceremony honoring "Bunny" Shoyo, Jr., a Shoshone council member who passed away earlier that year.  Bunny was a strong supporter of running and keeping Shoshone culture alive.  After the the ceremony there was a cedaring (or "smudging") for the whole group.  Cedar smoke was wafted over all of the runners and prayers were said in Shoshone.  Four different songs were played by the Fort Washakie Ramblers, which is one of the local traditional singing and drumming groups.  To top it all off, before heading to the starting line everyone got in a circle and did a round dance.  Yep, you had to dance before you ran. At the starting line, everyone was given some cedar and sage to take with them on the run for protection.

"Honor Song" for Bunny Shoyo

Me and my BFF at the start

The road to Moccasin Lake is a typical mountain road; rocks and ruts of every shape and size, long switchback with big drop off at every turn; sticky mud still from melting snow.  Another fun part of the event is that you did not have to stay on the road.  Since it was not a race, runners were allowed to cut switchbacks or take whatever shortcuts you wanted.  I ran the whole way with Evan and we stuck to the road to get all 18 miles in, but some people ran as few as 14 miles due to their shortcuts!  Either way, we all climbed over 4,000 feet and ended up at beautiful Moccasin Lake and had a great day in the mountains.

Getting up there

Throughout the day the skies looked threatening, and it looked as if thunderstorms would give the runners a cold and cruel shower at any moment, but the skies held of, as least where we were.  The run to Moccasin Lake is beautiful, with views of mountain meadows and alpine peaks, still blanketed in snow, at every turn.  Aid along the way was fantastic, with people driving by in pick-up trucks regularly offering water and Gatorade.  Several other drum groups were set up along the way as well, with their drum beats matching our heartbeats as we steadily climbed up the mountains.

Storm clouds looming in exposed terrain

Arriving at Moccasin Lake was fantastic; volunteers were already cooking burgers and 8-years old's were piled on four-wheelers and ripping through the mud.  We were pleasently surprised at our race swag too; thick, high quality Under Armour pullovers with a cool logo.  These were especially appreciated because it was cold up there above 9,000 feet.

Evan and I at the still frozen Moccasin Lake

At the beginning of the run, Mikey said it was mandatory that you got a ride back down on the back of someone's truck.  He said the idea behind this is so that you can see where you ran, and so you could be humbled.  He wasn't kidding; the ride back down was humbling, and a blast.

What the hell is all back here? Thanks for the ride!

View from the back of the truck on the way down... notice the foot prints on the left

The chicks enjoying the ride down

I was almost bounced out of the truck only once, and now my pack has a few oil stains on it from the bed of the truck, but we had a joyful ride back down cheering on other runners as they continued their journey up the mountain.

If you can, do the Moccasin Lake Challenge next year.  There has been a lot of tension between whites and Natives this past year with the EPA talking about boundaries and huge settlement checks coming out, but the Moccasin Lake Challenge was the perfect way to bring people together.  There was nothing but positive energy, encouragement, and togetherness.

A couple more pictures...

Jenny and Emily cruising into the finish

Chilling at Moccasin Lake, Wind River Indian Reservation

Next up, just over a week until the Zion Traverse.  I'm really liking 2014 so far.

Spring Mountains

Not big mountains, but they are still mountains.

Now that some of the snow is finally starting to melt, the past two weeks I was able to get up into the lower elevations of the Wind River Mountains (affectionately known as "The Winds").  This of course brought lot's of mud and snow, but also good climbing and descending, big views, and no rattle snakes.  Jenny and I even took a day off of work so we could run together with our good friend, the legendary Emily Tilden.

Lenticular cloud above the Lander Front and melting snow

Bad Ass Chicks

Jenny and Emily working their way up Fairfield Hill

The big mountains are still buried in snow, which really is a good thing, but for someone such as myself, views like this are a tease.  I can hardly wait to go and visit these old friends that I have not spent time with since September.

Wind River Peak is still nicely blanketed in snow, and will be for awhile. 

I was pleasantly surprised last week to be able to get in 75 miles of running with a little over 9,000 feet of vertical.  Not bad at all for the end of April in Wyoming.  I did a back-to-back on Friday and Saturday, with Friday being 25 miles up and around Fairfield with Jenny and Emily, and then I ran the Lander Half Marathon course on Saturday in 1:37.  The temps were in the lower 80's Saturday, so I tried to get some speed on my tired legs while suffering a little bit in the heat to get ready for the Zion Traverse.  Sunday was a much needed day of rest.

A couple of weeks ago my feet felt pretty beat up after running in the Moab area, I had one of those "never say never" moments and bought a pair of these:

Hoka One One Rapa Nui 2

That's right, I finally jumped on the Hoka One One bandwagon with the Rapa Nui 2.  In the last couple of years I have loved wearing low to the ground shoes, with a low drop, and firm cushioning.  As it turns out, my joints and feet are tolerating that less well than they used too.  Enter the maximum cushioning and low drop of Hokas. They aren't perfect; some of the stitching inside rubbed parts of my feet totally raw.  But to be fair, the cushioning and protection were marvelous with the 10,000 feet of descent this week.  I do feel like my legs and feet felt less beat up (besides the blistery stuff) after a heavy week of training. They are the least cushioned of all the Hoka shoes (which kind of blows my mind), but they still have more than is really necessary, in my opinion.  I am sure that I will keep using them throughout the season, especially for some long days.


Finally, the friendly folks at First Endurance were kind enough to give me some products to sample before I really get into the 2014 racing season.  I used their EFS drink much last summer and I really liked it, especially on really hot days.  I'm looking forward to trying out the EFS Liquid Shot (their version of gel) and Ultragen recovery drink.  Cheers!