|Race Director Matt Gunn at the pre-race briefing|
The race offered three distances. A half-marathon, a full marathon, and a 93 km ultra. I had initially contemplated the full 93km distance but after the race briefing I understood how foolish this would have been. Having landed in Salt Lake City the morning before the race, Gudrun and I reached the high elevations of the Tushar Mountains just after 3PM. A short hike already left me out of breath. We were, after all, sea-level dwellers who now found ourselves at an altitude above 10,000 feet (3,000 meters). There was no time to adjust to the thin air before the run, and the threat of altitude sickness was a real concern. Suddenly even the marathon distance seemed a daunting endeavor.
|Casual countdown before the start|
I slept poorly the night before the race. Maybe I should not have googled the symptoms of altitude sickness? Trouble sleeping was one of them. While I lay awake, I was contemplating the other symptoms: light-headedness, headache, feeling weak and tired, nausea and vomiting. I didn’t think I had any of those. Or did I? When I tried to focus my mind on other things I inadvertently started to ponder the other threats: getting lost, getting injured, and, the scariest of them all, getting struck by lightning.
|Initial climb along the slopes of Mount Holly|
The morning air was fresh and cool as I arrived at the start 15 minutes before 7 AM. A handful of runners were milling around and others were trickling in. I was thinking of the 93 km runners who had started under a Blue Moon and were already on the course for the past two hours. Then Matt Gunn arrived just in time to send us on our way.
|Approaching the first ridge of the day|
|Above the tree line on the approach to the second ridge|
|Reaching 11,300 feet|
Stunning views across a wide and forlorn valley opened up on the back of Mount Holly when the trail reached the second ridge, topping out at 11,300 feet.
|Mineral-rich mountain slopes on the other side of Cottonwood Canyon|
|Steep descent into Cottonwood Canyon|
Purple-colored lava rocks dotted with wildflowers characterized the slopes. The Tushars originally arose through volcanic activity between 22 and 32 million years ago. The current peaks had been formed by a gigantic explosion that blew off the top of a massive mountain. Fortunately, this was a long time ago, so I did not have to add volcanic eruptions to my list of potential threats.
|Colorful slopes in Cottonwood Canyon|
A steep climb along a washed out double track led to the top of Alunite Ridge from where the course dropped in a series of switchbacks into Bullion Canyon.
|View into Bullion Canyon|
Abandoned mining huts were the remnants of a large gold mining community that populated the area in the late 19th century. More than 1,600 people lived in this high and inaccessible mountain valley at the height of the gold rush around 1880. Most of the early miners were single – prospectors and adventurers who came here with often misplaced hopes for sudden riches. The combination of guns, whiskey, and gambling made for an explosive social environment that earned this valley the description as one of the “wildest and woolliest places on earth.” (A History of Bullion Canyon by Daniel Glass)
|Remnants of mining huts in Bullion Canyon|
My race was going quite well up to this point. I had made good time until the first aid station just before Alunite Ridge, and I had passed several runners on the downhill section into Bullion Canyon. But then came the brutal part of the course: a steep 2,000 foot climb up to Delano Peak, the highest point in the Tushar Mountains at 12,173 feet (3,710 meters).
|In one of the valleys|
|Flying down into Bullion Canyon|
Slowly, I walked onwards another few hundred yards. Where were the runners who I had passed on the downhill section? Surely they would be here by now. I suddenly felt lost. I remembered Matt Gunn warning us that the Forest Service made him pick a route that climbed straight up the slope where there was no discernable trail. Had I missed the fork?
|Searching for pink flags on the climb out of Bullion Canyon|
|There is no discernible trail. But there are flags ahead. So the fun can continue.|
A little further on the trail turned to the right, still following the contours of the valley. This is when I spotted another pink flag on the steep slope to my left. This must have been the point Matt warned us about. We scrambled up the slope, climbing from one flag to the next. Fortunately, none of these markers had been eaten!
|Relentless climbing continues|
|Reaching the tree line. "This looks like a great place to die," jokes Cory Reese.|
As we reached the top of the tree line the valley opened up and revealed the steep east slope of Mount Delano right in front of us. Wow!
|A short reprieve, then it's another 1,000 feet to the top|
Soon my pace dropped to not much more than that of a crawl. I inched along, step by step, slowly putting one foot in front of the other. My legs felt fine but whenever I tried to move faster in the thin air, my heart seemed to beat right out of my chest.
|Across the plateau between Mount Delano and Mount Holly|
The final two kilometers to the top of the Tushar Mountains took me more than an hour. It was the slowest I had ever moved in any race. When I finally reached the summit, I could not believe that I had outpaced my companions, who were still one or two hundred feet below.
|Final climb to the top of Mount Delano|
The top offered views across the entire Tushar mountain range and into the valleys beneath.
|View across the Tushars from the top of Mount Delano|
Mount Belknap, the most prominent peak of the Tushars and just 60 feet lower than Mount Delano, has retained the typical cone shape of a stratovolcano characterized by gentle lower slopes and gradually steeper-pitched upper inclines. I took a few minutes to relish the moment, catch my breath, and sign the summit register.
|View into Bullion Canyon from Mount Delano|
The track down the other side seemed a little less steep but it was fairly technical and I carefully watched my footing to not roll an ankle.
|View across the plateau - Mount Baldy and Mount Belknap are in the background|
I lost more than 1,300 feet (400 meters) in 20 minutes before arriving at a dirt road that began to climb anew. I finally reached Mud Lake Aid Station after almost 6 hours, only 16 miles into the race. I had four hours left to cover the remaining 10 miles before the race cutoff. Surely this would be enough. Or would it? My hope was still alive.
|Panorama on the eastern side of Delano Peak|
After a short climb, a relatively smooth and well-graded downhill track dropped 1,400 feet over the next 3 miles. Although my legs were tired, and my shoes rubbed against my ankles on the off-camber trail, I managed to clock my fastest split times during this section until bottoming out at the lowest point of the course at 9,600 feet.
|Narrow but well graded single track on the descent from Mud Lake.|
A tedious 1,000 foot climb along a forest road led to the last aid station where I caught up with two other runners who had outpaced me on the climb. I tried to keep up with them as the trail continued to climb another 400 feet but soon they were once again ahead of me and out of sight.
The following two miles were the only section of the entire course that was more or less flat. However, the trail was quite technical, making running difficult.
One mile before the end, I found myself back on the spur trail leading to the finish line. I was able to pick up the pace, resolved to finish strong. Just after entering the ski area I once again passed the two runners who had left me behind on the climb a few miles back. A final push up the last hill took me to the finish line after 9 hours and 25 minutes.
I was astonished to find out that despite my incredibly slow pace I managed to stay ahead of one third of the field landing in 30th place out of 45 participants. Even though this was “just a marathon”, the altitude, the steep climbs, and the difficult trails made it one of my most demanding races to date. The incredible scenery made all the effort worthwhile and thankfully, no one got seriously injured, no one got lost, and we did not run into any lightning storms. All 45 runners were able to finish the race. Hope, it turns out, was strong enough to keep everyone going until the end. And that in itself is something hopeful indeed.