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MOUNTAIN BIKE – SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 10^th

Riding will start and finish in Tahoe City

In partnership with Truckee Trails https://truckeetrails.org/ these upcoming two events will test your pedaling legs!.  We are planning a GRAVEL RIDE on Friday, September 8^th and a MOUNTAIN BIKE ride on Sunday, the 10^th.  The Gravel Route will be approximately 181 MILES and 14K’ of climbing and the Mountain Bike ride 117 miles and just under 15K’ of elevation.

Here is the MTB route: https://www.strava.com/routes/3012447308392297326

And the Gravel Route:https://www.strava.com/routes/3126596770464186812

Tony has joined me for countless adventures from motocross, to alpine ascents, summiting peaks, huge cycles, hikes, and more and it was the first of what will be many with Andrew and Jason I suspect!  As a matter of fact, we are already planning the next adventures in TRUCKEE, CA on SEPTEMBER 8 and 10^th.  BIG Gravel Ride on FRI SEP 8 and BIG Mountain bike Ride on Sunday SEP 10^th(all the way around Lake Tahoe).

It was a long day but went smooth as can be and the weather was PERFECT.  We were scheduled for the event on THU but had to bring it in at the last minute to WED to accommodate the bad weather that rolled in.  If we had waited, there was no chance we would have been able to summit The Grand.  Some of the highlights include:

• Jason hearing about and signing up for the event just a week in advance AND him being able to make a flight 24 hours earlier than anticipated at a full sprint before the plane took off from the boarding gate!
• The 2:30 AM swim in the dark went perfectly.  Temps were good (water and air) and the full moon was a huge cooperation!
• Hearing a (grizzly?) bear up close and personal at the trailhead from the parking lot was a first…that deep guttural noise was an unforgettable one!
• We met our exceptional guides from EXUM 7 miles into the hike where the trail meets the boulders heading up The Grand.  We planned on 6:30 AM and nailed that arrival time at 6:31 AM after a 22 mi bike, 1.3 swim, 7 mile hike and the necessary transitions.  That was pretty amazing.
• I was thrilled to see a couple of my friends summit the Grand with little technical, exposed rock climbing experience but a lot of extreme endurance racing under their respective belts.
• Feeling strong on the pedal back to Jackson was a real highlight….and it made mee realize that next years Big Belt Buckle Challenge “BIG” event HAS to be bigger and more bad ass than 20 hours…..
• Finishing at 19.5 hours was right in alignment with expectations. I was thinking 18-22 hours so under 20 was all good.  Worth mentioning that the record for The Grand Picnic is probably less than a third of that time!

Kara and I took the ferry from Boston to Provincetown, Massachusetts, on Thursday evening. It was sweltering in Boston, so the boat ride was perfect. We took the Fast Ferry, which blasts across Boston Harbor to Provincetown at the tip of Cape Cod. If you don’t know where it is, it’s worth a Google. It’s a unique place in the world and this time of year is beautiful. There was a summer storm in view—fortunately in the distance—so we caught a sweet lightning storm and rainbow but didn’t get wet. We pulled into a bright marina in P-Town, with its sand dunes, boats, marinas, and lighthouses, all of which make it such a great and unique spot. 

We ate at Sal’s in Provincetown, which I highly recommend. The owner Siobhan is so special and awesome, and they prepare an amazing dinner in the restaurant or served at tables in the sand. We stayed at the AWOL, which I also recommend. This hotel has a great location off the Main Street, overlooking some salt marshes. I didn’t spend much time there, but did get a good night’s sleep before I rolled out at 6 a.m. the next morning. 

After one hour of pedaling, I was fortunate to have my first stop at THE BEST bakery, maybe in Massachusetts? New England? It’s possible! I certainly don’t know a better one than PB Boulangerie in Wellfleet. The place is indescribably perfect. I overate with a friend of mine from work and packed my pockets before I hammered to Boston. The ride through the Cape is a great one. There are historic homes; 20 miles of rail trail; old trees (including huge beech trees); stone walls; Plymouth, where the Pilgrims landed; Quincy, where John Adams was from; and so much more. It’s definitely recommended! 

On Day 1, my overall ride from Provincetown to Boston was 126 miles.  

Day 2: Boston to Brattleboro, Vermont: 102 miles 

Day 3: Brattleboro to Waitsfield, Vermont: 125 miles 

Day 4: Waitsfield, up and over the Green Mountains of Vermont at Mad River Glen and into Montreal, Canada: 137 miles  

Total: 490 miles 

I made it a point to pedal as much of Route 100 in Vermont as possible. Route 100 is known as the spine of Vermont and runs the length of the state from Canada to Massachusetts, passing by many of Vermont’s famous ski resorts, such as Mt. Snow, Okemo, Killington, Mad River Glen (ski it if you can!), and Stowe. The route goes through many historic towns like Warren. The foliage is almost tropical and lush this time of year, and the farms, views, old silos, rivers, flowers, and views are epic Americana! Plus, the hills are real in Vermont. They call them “rolling” hills or rollers but they are more than that! Some are 5-7 mile climbs. Some are long up-hills and/or 7- to almost 15-mile mostly downhills. Some are 7-9-12% grades. Rollers are deceiving. The overall elevation gain may not be as big as a day in the Western U.S., but the overall effort can be harder. You push harder to crest these summits and the MANY efforts all add up from a strain perspective. 

I did the ride in four days but could have done it in three. I had more in the tank each day and wanted to pedal more, but wasn’t able to find hotels. They DO exist; I just didn’t look too hard. There are tons of small, unique properties along these roads that just take a little more effort to find. For example, I stopped in Brattleboro because I didn’t think there were any hotels for 50 miles, but when I branched onto Route 30 north, there WERE places to stay. The same was true after Waitsfield, toward Mad River Glen on Route 17 north—there were places I could have kept going to. 

Some highlights of the ride include:  

• The sand dunes of Cape Cod 

• The historic towns in the Cape and in Vermont 
• Route 30, Route 17, and all of Route 100, really 
• Going up and over the Green Mountains on Route 17 
• Pedaling across the islands of Lake Champlain like Grand Isle 
• Crossing the U.S.-Canada border 

• The fast flats after the Green Mountains all the way to Montreal  
• The Jacques Cartier Bridge over the St. Lawrence River and into Montreal   

One funny story worth noting was when I crossed the border. The Canadian border patrol agent was such a nice guy, and crossing the border on a bike, in a small town like that, was really cool—a first for me and something I hope to do a lot more of, ideally across Europe. The border patrol agent said to me, “Do you always ride your bike in the rain?” To which I replied, “Only when it is raining!” We both thought about it for a second and he said, “Yeah, I guess that makes sense!” 

Overall, the weather was perfect for the ride. Even the last 60 miles from Vermont into Montreal, when it was raining, were actually great. It was warm enough, so it wasn’t a problem. The last 25 miles were through a total downpour, but again, it wasn’t a problem at all and it didn’t take away from the ride. I hoped to hit 500 miles, but the rain, plus the fact it was getting cold, I didn’t know the city well, and it was congested made me decide against riding the final 10 miles through the city.  

So, I ended up doing 490 miles total over four days, including 12.950’ of climbing. It was a GREAT ride—I highly recommend it. And I am psyched to get my THIRD event of the Big Belt Buckle Challenge completed. I will try for my second attempt of the Grand Teton in a week and a half! 

In addition, Tommy Café and Joe Beef are worth a shout-out in Montreal! Unfortunately, Kouing Amann was closed for the month for a well-deserved vacation. Kouing Amann rivals PB Boulangerie. I suspect it’s the best bakery in Quebec! 

So, I felt like I had to check off another of the events—just dive in and make it happen. The following weekend looked good weather-wise, so I cleared my schedule and planned to go for the 100-mile gravel ride on Friday, July 1. 

July 2, 2022 – Wasatch All-Road 100-Mile Gravel Route 

On July 1, a friend and I successfully completed the 2022 Wasatch All-Road Gravel Ride Route. It was 101.6 miles and 13,563’ of climbing in 10 hours and 57 minutes. I was not shooting for a record time, thankfully, because I think the men’s record is under 7 hours! But I did complete it. It was the most elevation I had ever ridden in a day, and I could have shaved an hour or two if there weren’t some extenuating circumstances. In summary, it was a great day. I was thrilled I did it and thrilled to complete the second event of the Big Belt Buckle Challenge, and I’m looking forward to the next one.  

The weather was basically perfect—not too hot or cold, and no rain. The first 20 miles included the “Wasatch Wall,” which includes 5,000’ of climbing STEEP gravel in many places over about 13 miles. It was slow and a grind, but ideal. The first 20 miles took me three hours! It was a great ride, and I saw tons of sheep, does, bucks and an elk. Then it was fast downhill 17 miles to Strawberry Reservoir and another painfully slow uphill.  

We lost a fair bit of time on that uphill because of the aforementioned “extenuating circumstances,” which I don’t even want to admit, but have to, at least to somewhat excuse the just-under-11-hour completion time. We had stored a cooler and a couple gallons of water at the top of the Wasatch Wall, since we needed that food for the remaining 80 miles! We had Gatorades, cold brew, brownies, etc.—an entire cooler packed with the energy we needed, but it was all gone when we arrived. At least they left the water! I could not believe it was stolen and really didn’t think it possible, in Utah or at the top of a mountain, but it happened. We decided to go for it regardless; we figured we would see how far we could make it.  

On the way up from Strawberry Reservoir, five hours in to the ride, we BONKED. I mean, we were totally smoked. Maxing out at 3 miles per hour and pushing 100 watts of power was the best we could do, when a typical average for this distance would be about 260. We made it up the hill and when we got to the summit, we drank our water and started begging! The begging over the course of the next 40 miles was a success. We had four successful begs (haha) and got a Coke, Gatorade, a few KIND bars, and some KFC chicken strips. I had never had KFC chicken strips, since I have always gravitated to Popeyes and Chick-fil-A, but it is a fantastic product—or at least it is at mile 70! Between the begging and the conversations, it added an hour to our time. 

Overall, it was a success. I felt good—even great—that I could even complete that ride, and I had eyes on the next event. We decided to see how we felt the next morning and see what would be next. 

After that “win” under our belt, and because we weren’t feeling too beat up, we decided to take on another event of the BBBC immediately. We loaded up my truck and headed to Jackson, Wyoming, to attempt a summit of the Grand Teton at 13,770’.  

I have been in awe and fascinated by the Grand since the first time I saw it, 16 years ago. To me, it is the most impressive and majestic mountain in the U.S. It is a real peak that reminds me of the Matterhorn—it looks like there is no way to get up it. Unlike a volcanic mountain (for example, Shasta, Rainier, Hood, or St. Helens) it is not a mound. It is not rounded. It is angular and aggressive and “real.” It is an intimidating peak without an apparent “easy” way up. I was psyched and nervous to give it a try, particularly as I hadn’t attempted an aggressive, technical, exposed ascent like this in many years.  

For me, these are huge, technical, scary, life-risking events, and beforehand, I admittedly get a bit…I don’t know…anxious, on edge, nervous, concerned. I guess I’m also scared that I will fail. When I say “fail,” I mean not summit—I don’t necessarily get concerned about injury or death (although I should!), but I suppose my subconscious takes care of that for me. 

I travelled to Miami, Florida, for the Formula 1 races with some friends, coworkers, and my 78-year-old parents, who were likely the oldest people I saw in the audience! Then it was on to Arizona for work, but I was able to hike an old favorite in Scottsdale: Camelback on two days. I was pleased with my 28 and 27 minute ascents, although I think my old “best” was around 24 minutes. After that, I headed to Tyler, Texas, for a best friend’s wedding, where my exercise simply consisted of lakeside workouts, stretches, and swims. 

Bahamas Beach Workouts 

Without my typical exercise available to me in the Bahamas, I was very much looking forward to a self-imposed boot camp in the Caribbean water! The days I spent in the Eleuthera Islands were great. The weather, water, and exercise were exceptional! I included a lot of open water swimming and other activities to take advantage of the crystal blue water.  

For example, one day was mostly swimming. Another consisted of: 

• 1 mile open water swim 
• 1 mile run in knee-deep water with a car tire around my neck 
• 1 mile forging with a cinderblock in each hand in the same knee-deep water 
• 1 mile run in knee-deep water carrying a cinderblock 
• 1 mile running under 8 feet of water, with breaks to jump to the surface for breath 

• 1 mile open water swim with the aforementioned cinderblock, with intervals dropping the block to the bottom to rest before picking up again 
• Rope work with industrial rope used to tie barges to the docks 

Normal while on a mini-weekend vacation?! Definitely! And ideal, too. 

After waking up early on Saturday morning, I met up with Matt and Doug, drove to the trailhead in Little Cottonwood Canyon and started hiking into the woods. The first piece was in ski boots for about an hour until we could start skinning. I wasn’t “fast,” but the conditions were perfect. It was a beautiful and amazing day. In summary, we got two long laps in and the snow conditions were basically perfect! Being able to score a day of this quality, this late in the season, is a HUGE gift. We all were extremely psyched to be able to make it happen. 

This was only the third mountain bike race I’ve participated in. The farthest I had ever pedaled a mountain bike before this was 50 miles and 5,000’ of elevation earlier this year in St. George, Utah. The Park City Point to Point race is considered the first or second most difficult in the U.S. and is comparable to the Leadville, Colorado 100-miler. The P to P is 78 miles, with 95% single track and 11,000’+ of climbing altitude. The race director does an incredible job curating the route and really is not trying to make it easy. Many of Park City’s toughest trails are included in the event, including Steps, Johns, 9K, Crescent Mine Grade (CMG), Ironman, etc.  

I clocked in at 10 hours and 30 minutes, including 30 minutes of rest at three set rest stops, so 9 hours and 58 minutes pedaling. It was 92 degrees, so hydration was key. I was happy with this completion time. Before the start of the race, I was concerned that I would not make it to the cutoff at 50 miles, 8.5 hours at the base of Park City Mountain resort. I rolled out of there at 7 hours and 17 minutes. Around 350 persons started the race and around 250 finished. I finished around the middle of the pack at about 160. 

I’m thrilled to have completed it—the FIFTH of the six Big Belt Buckle Challenge events. I now have to shift to riding road and gravel for the sixth and hardest of the six events: the Low to High Death Valley to Summit Mt. Whitney in California in a month.