Ruby Red returned home as Dusty Rose in need of a flea bath. Days of dirt off-roading to reach remote trail-running lands in Utah and Arizona followed by a return trip home through the windy sandstorms of Oklahoma and Texas — she, along with her pilots were in need of a scrub and much-needed downtime.
Continue reading Grand TrailFest – Dusty Rose and her Pilots
The organizers of the Grand TrailFest brimmed with positivity. We survived trail running days 1 and 2 and through their words dreamed about our final treat — running on Navajo land viewing the Grand Canyon at Horseshoe Bend before dropping into the Slot Canyon. It’s day 3 on legs that no longer bend and who’s even thinking about terrain?
Jill got us to the designated start-park lot just in time to be the first to arrive, the first on the shuttle bus, the first to the porta-potties, the first to drop bags at gear check and the first to set her gps watch. I meandered aimlessly, spilling my hot water, fumbling with peeling my banana, writing the wrong bib# on my bag-check and wondering how one gets her game on without coffee. Continue reading Grand TrailFest – Day 3 the Grand Canyon on Sacred Ground
Any pains from weary legs and tenderized feet melted away thanks to temps in the 40s, half the elevation of Bryce, and anticipation of views along the Mesa’s of Zion.
Today’s course would start with a 3+ mile descent, a 7ish mile loop around the rim of the Mesa — a mountain that is wider than it is tall and flattened on top — followed by a 3+ mile ascent to the finish. Trail runners are not known for precise measurements and nobody seemed to mind. Continue reading Grand TrailFest – Day 2 along the Zion mesa
At the trail head just outside of Bryce National Park we were met with crispy 22 degree start temps, cups of hot water, nearly 9000 feet of elevation and 750 trail runners. By 7:30 am we stepped off of a dusty service road and said goodbye to all sensibilities.
The first few miles we took the pace slow, breathing more heavily than we would like, but at least we were warm. The single-track trail reached it’s highest altitude at mile 5 and each time we reached a new summit I thought surely we wouldn’t go higher – but we did. Continue reading Grand TrailFest — Day 1 – Running with the Hoodoos in Bryce Canyon