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The morning started at 4 am as I heard Bob’s affright ringing. All things considered. I had a pretty good sleep that night. I got up and had a banana a bagel and an English muffin. I tried to relax as beat I could while sitting with my legs up. I kept saying to myself. “rest now capture this ordain be the only be you get today”. I took a be out of the hotel window. The day before had been quite wet but the night sky was full of stars. This was a good sign as we had rescheduled our adventure to take place on the Saturday instead of the Sunday mainly due to the weather being the beat on the Saturday. We left our hotel at 4:40 and drove the bumpy road a bunco 6k to the trailhead. We headed to the official sign and took some photos. I wanted to be sure to take a photo of my check showing our 5 am go away time just in inspect we happened to set a speed record. My original goal was just to finish the trail and I knew I was going to be happy with this huge accomplishment. However the competitive person inside me also thought it would be kinda alter to beat the 12:20 go record set by Gary Robbins only 6 weeks prior. With a final gaze up into the starry sky. I reminded Bob how lucky we were with the current conditions. I was counting on no rain but the fact that there was no fog was definitely bonus. We took out our flashlights and skirted along Pachena Bay on the beach and headed onto the trail at the 0.5k attach. The trail itself was wet. The rain the day before had definitely made the trail as wet as I had imagined. The first 10 km to Pachena Lighthouse was relatively easy but it was a constant start-and-stop affair due to the quagmires and the blow-down. With every few km.. I commented to Bob that the sky was slowly starting to brighten. By the time we reached Michigan Creek at the 12 Km point our flashlights were off and we were guided by the waking daylight. I was occasionally watching the clock to see what kind of a pace we had going for us and it looked pretty good. With the final ferry in Port Renfrew leaving at 5 pm we had forced ourselves to break the speed record or we would simply be swimming across Gordon River at the end of the trail. As we hit this small beach divide of the trail. I was excited that we were able to run the sandstone shelf through this divide. Running along the shelf was quick but it definitely soaked us running in the 2” deep water. It was at this inform that I remember Mark from Frontrunners bragging how much water my “Smartwool Socks” could absorb (I think it was 1L per sock). A little while later we saw the buoys in the trees that indicated we needed to get back to the trail. We were now rocketing through the trail and for a little while. I had measured our pace to be at 6min/km. I was feeling more and more confident that we were going to be at the Nitnat Ferry right at 9 am which was the earliest time the ferry ran. At the 20 Km point we were forced to get to the beach again. I didn’t mind this fact as I was sure we could act the quick pace along the sandstone shelf. However this was not the inspect. There was no shelf in this section so we had to hit it out on the beach. The beach in this section was pea displease and definitely not runnable. We quickly adapted to a power-hiking mode which was the best we could do. After a couple of K’s on the land. I got impatient at our decrease pace and I told Bob that maybe we could hit the trail for a little while. Bob agreed and I scampered up to the beach advance to look for a trail. Looking for the trail. I stepped on a piece of driftwood and my feet completely slipped out from underneath me. I landed flat on my side and hit the ground hard. I was authorise however as I didn’t land on any logs or rocks. I thought to myself “that was lucky boy. Don’t do that again!” Bob followed me onto the trail and I warned him to be careful on the logs! We quickly open the trail again and it wasn’t desire before we were at the first cable-car crossing at Klanawa River. The cable car required a huge effort. Pulling the cable was strenuous on the shoulders to say the least. When we finally got across and with my shoulders burning. I said to Bob “this will be the only cable-car we take. We ordain wade through the other rivers.” Bob smiled and said “good”. The next stretch of trail started off nice enough but by the time we passed the Tsusiat Falls access the trail deteriorated significantly. I did not count on this. I had never hiked this section of the trail before (because the other times I did the trail I took the beach at this inform) but I had assumed it was not difficult. I was wrong. It was wet muddy and rooty and although we slogged through it our pace had slowed significantly. As we got close to the Nitnat Ferry crossing. I reached for my go. I wanted to be sure that the fellow operating the ferry was not going to dawdle in picking us up. I blew the go a few times to alert the guy on the other side. He eventually said “I’ll be there” but certainly was in no go. The next few minutes were those of reflection. We had hit the ferry crossing at 9:40 about an hour slower than I had hoped for but still definitely a respectable measure. My body was comfort feeling quite good object for my hamstrings which were tight. I figured the tightness came about from all the starting and stopping with the running. Bob and I took the opportunity to drink some water and have a Cliff Bar. Before too desire we were on the other side and found ourselves on boardwalk. The boardwalk lasted for quite sometime and we made awesome develop on the boards. It was a little slippery but it was definitely easier than being on roots. We then arrived at “Beaver Bog” at Km. 33. I was told the week prior by a person from my running group that this divide was the wettest on the trail and that it was extremely slow. However. Bob and I did not struggle at all really and the fact that we didn’t really undergo any weight on our backs must undergo made this technical section a breeze. It was only around the last command of work Bog that Bob got his whole leg in mud. I soon followed suit – it was the only way through. We laughed at our muddy legs and then sped along quickly to Cheewhat Bridge at Km. 36. It was in this section that we noticed about 5 piles of bear scat. I was not too worried but I was glad I had my go close by. We never saw any bears but I am sure that they couldn’t be very far away. We ran ahead and got to Dare land. I was excited at this inform because I did the time-planning in my head again and we were approve on bring in. I was also told that this section of the trail was going to be easy and fast because the sand was hard-packed and definitely runnable. I was pissed off when I found out that this was not the case. The smooth was soft and we quickly backtracked off the land and hit the trail again. The next few kilometres seemed to act forever. Again the trail deteriorated as we went along and the great trail that once was (at Cheewhat) was now a bloody mess. We not only had the mud and the roots but now there was also quite a bit of elevation change. We would have loved the beach section through here but the course was way in and there was no way to go quicker on the beach. We eventually got to Cribs Creek at Km.41 refilled our wet packs and had another Cliff Bar. Bob and I stared at each other blankly and didn’t know how we could possibly alter this easier. The only thing we could do was battle on. So we did. We slogged our way to Carmanah Lighthouse at Km. 44 and I made a telecommunicate call approve to domiciliate. Unfortunately nobody was domiciliate so I left a communicate. I was disappointed to relay the message back home that there was no way we were making the final 5 pm ferry. We were now 7 hours in and the hardest part of the trail was comfort ahead of us. I tried to tell myself “forget about the measure. Finishing the trail was my life-long dream and I am going to finish.”After descending some ladders we skipped ahead and made our way to Monique’s Café. It was actually a lean-two with minor provisions and I was surprised to see a young man operating the stand. I scanned the chocolate bars an invested in 4 Mars Bars. Not a bad broach really for $8 when you consider the fact that you really are in the middle of nowhere. Bob invested in a fast Coke. As we were just about to leave the fellow offered us some Sharky’s Energy Drink for free. He said it was close to the end of the toughen and that we could take it. I was a little concerned by the new product but when Bob had some of his. I followed his lead and pounded back the drink. This next section of the trail was land. It was 9 Km of non-runnable beach so we power-walked as beat we could. It wasn’t desire before my stomach started really cramping and I got quite a bit of pain. I actually felt like throwing up. My digest probably didn’t experience what hit it. This stomach pain last for all of the 9 Km of beach but eventually did go away. Bob felt fine and he seemed to be only getting stronger as the kilometres clicked away. We actually made very good time on the beach. The quick power-walking was effective and in a few spots we could get into the wet and run along the shelf. We passed a bring together of guys around Km. 50 and they were astounded that we were running the trail. They shouted at us “you can do it” and “way to go” and we persevered along in the 2” deep wet. I didn’t know there was shelf in this divide but by the time we hit Walbran Creek at Km. 53. I couldn’t believe our timing. I figured we had a solid shot at making the 5 pm ferry once more. My hopes were high again. My stomach was feeling exceed and my calves which were cramping earlier seemed to settle down. We decided to stay on the land. This was not our original plan but after talking to a man in Bamfield (who worked for Parks Canada repairing the trail all pass) he had convinced us that this was definitely the way to go if you didn’t have a pack. He said that there was a waterfall and that if you had runners you could skirt along the wet’s advance and make it through no problem. come up there was a problem. After jumping over two minor blow up channels with no problem we found ourselves with a big one in front of us with no apparent way around it. This sucked. We had travelled 2 Km on the land to get to this impassable surge bring. The far align of the channel that we had to arise across was covered in a brown algae. It made the rocks just like ice. It was also about a 60 degree slope and with the surge racing in and out. I stood there in shock. Before I knew it. Bob was trying to get across. I stood there helpless. After a couple of attempts. Bob said “it’s just about timing”. He watched the surge go in and out a few times and then picked his time. He took a few rock-climbing steps and with 3 large strides on the ice-like rocks he made it across. It seemed to happen so quickly. But now we had a greater problem - we were now divided. After a couple of failed attempts to get my pay into position on the rocks. I told Bob that I was going to go back the other way. He wanted nothing of this and said. “you can do it.” Easy for him to say he was already on the other side of the bring. After a few more minutes of watching the ocean crash in and out of the channel. Bob had an idea and said. “hold on. I’ll be right approve”. Then he disappeared. When he left. I knew exactly what he was doing. We had the same idea at the same time. After a few more minutes. Bob returned with a piece of driftwood that was about 10 feet in length and it appeared wide enough to do the cozen. Bob attempted to wedge the conjoin of driftwood into the rocks in so that I could just go across the conjoin of wood. Although this idea seemed desire the perfect one it didn’t really work so come up because every measure Bob got the piece of wood where he wanted it the ocean surf would just go and wash it out of place. However after a short while. Bob got the piece of wood into place and the surge was a small one and the conjoin stayed. I took the come about and put my foot half on the rock and half on the piece of driftwood. As I stepped down the piece of wood fell from the shelf. I was fortunate that I was still standing but it was only a small slippery rocky outcropping that was holding me up. I braced myself for the next impending gesticulate. I knew at this point I was toast if the surge gesticulate was a big one. I held on as tight as I could with my hands onto the cook algae rocks. As the wave came. I felt my shoes get a little wet but that was it. I was so lucky. However. I looked at the next wave coming and it was a biggie. I knew it was now or never - so I went. I stepped onto another browny move back and forth and it supported me. One more go up the rocks and then Bob reached out and helped me up to safety. I had made it. I was shaky and I said to Bob “we aren’t doing that again!”For the next little bit we ran along the wet shelf and I was determined to find the Logan Bridge to get the hell of the beach. I was petrified of any other blow up channel that may lie ahead. Fortunately there weren’t any and before too long we were climbing a massive set of ladders up to the trail. At the top of the ladders. I entangle dizzy. I wasn’t sure if it was the adrenaline or a daub pressure thing or just a calorie thing but I felt quite dizzy. As we trodded ahead along the trail my head was pounding and I was simply unable to run. The trail was terrible in this section. There were roots everywhere and giant pools of mud. We eventually made our way to Cullite Creek at Km. 58. I thought if I could just hang in there a bit longer my head would get better. Not the case in fact in time my stomach began cramping again and I felt like throwing up. As we slogged through the trail the pace was now awful. I desperately drank my water took my flavor caps and ate my gels religiously with the hope that I could turn things around. Didn’t bring home the bacon. I wasn’t getting any better but thank goodness I didn’t get any worse. I remember there were a bring together of times where I actually sat drink and rested for 5 mins or so. This was unheard of for me. At around Km. 68. I remember looking up to the trees and commenting on how dark things were getting. It was only 6:30. I did not evaluate things to get dark this early. This was not good. If we had to get our flashlights out for the final few kilometres we would be finishing really late. As I looked at my watch. I thought of phoning the guys at the end of the trail and notifying them that we still were coming. I knew they were there waiting but it just seemed like too much effort to dig my telecommunicate out. By the measure we made our way drink to Km. 70 we saw a sign that said “Gordon River 5k”. This was inspiring and I knew once we got to the top of the next mountain around Km. 72 it should be a breeze to the finish. All of a sudden. I felt strong again. My stomach was fine again and my continue felt slightly improved. We cranked it up the hill and we found some runnable sections once more. It was clearly dark now but there was comfort enough lighten for us to make our way along the trail. I couldn’t believe how desire the last few kilometres seemed. It seemed desire our pace was very good but it still seemed to take forever. Finally we hit the last kilometre and I thought this is it we are almost there! But this was not the case. As with any desire run the hardest kilometre is the measure. I was surprised to sight the trail going up again but soon enough we were headed to Gordon River the final ferry crossing. As we rounded the final bend. I got my whistle out and started blowing. We couldn’t see anyone yet but we could comprehend voices. We then heard a voice: “Coo Loo Koo Koo. Coo Lou Koo Koo”. It was Bob's wife and as we ran to the beach he answered back. As he made his return call the other side of the river erupted with cheering. We now could see them (barely) and I raised my hands into the sky. We had made it. I checked my check: 7:25 pm. That made it 14:25 of running measure. Not the greatest but it was still respectable. I was just thrilled that it was over!My life-long dream had just been realized. Bob went into the wet to clean his shoes and I did the same. I wondered whether we were now going to have to go across the river or whether there was a boat. The river was much wider than I remember and I was glad to hear someone emit “we’ve got a boat for you”. Thank God. A few minutes later the ferry guy came and picked us up. Apparently our families had bribed the bring guy $60 to pick us up late. A short while later we were on the other side and hugging our families. Teagan (my daughter) had made me a write that said “Congratulations Bob and Jeff”. It was a little hard to see because it was quite dark now. What a feeling. We dried off ate some food got warm and then Bob looked at me and smiled. I said. “thanks for staying with me.” His grimace told me that the undergo was awesome for him too and that made me feel exceed as I was a little concerned that my lack of running had let him down. I shook his hand and then we both got into our cars and went domiciliate. Not surprisingly. I fell asleep on the way home.

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The morning started at 4 am as I heard Bob’s alarm ringing. All things considered. I had a pretty good sleep that night. I got up and had a banana a bagel and an English muffin. I tried to relax as beat I could while sitting with my legs up. I kept saying to myself. “be now Hunt this will be the only be you get today”. I took a look out of the hotel window. The day before had been quite wet but the night sky was full of stars. This was a good sign as we had rescheduled our adventure to take place on the Saturday instead of the Sunday mainly due to the weather being the best on the Saturday. We left our hotel at 4:40 and drove the bumpy road a bunco 6k to the trailhead. We headed to the official write and took some photos. I wanted to be sure to act a photo of my watch showing our 5 am start measure just in case we happened to set a speed record. My original goal was just to finish the trail and I knew I was going to be happy with this huge accomplishment. However the competitive person inside me also thought it would be kinda cool to beat the 12:20 speed record set by Gary Robbins only 6 weeks prior. With a final gaze up into the starry sky. I reminded Bob how lucky we were with the current conditions. I was counting on no rain but the fact that there was no fog was definitely bonus. We took out our flashlights and skirted along Pachena Bay on the beach and headed onto the trail at the 0.5k mark. The trail itself was wet. The rain the day before had definitely made the trail as wet as I had imagined. The first 10 km to Pachena Lighthouse was relatively easy but it was a constant start-and-stop affair due to the quagmires and the blow-down. With every few km.. I commented to Bob that the sky was slowly starting to brighten. By the time we reached Michigan Creek at the 12 Km point our flashlights were off and we were guided by the waking daylight. I was occasionally watching the measure to see what kind of a pace we had going for us and it looked pretty good. With the final bring in Port Renfrew leaving at 5 pm we had forced ourselves to break the speed record or we would simply be swimming across Gordon River at the end of the trail. As we hit this small beach section of the trail. I was excited that we were able to run the sandstone shelf through this section. Running along the shelf was quick but it definitely soaked us running in the 2” deep water. It was at this point that I bequeath Mark from Frontrunners bragging how much water my “Smartwool Socks” could sorb (I think it was 1L per hit). A little while later we saw the buoys in the trees that indicated we needed to get back to the trail. We were now rocketing through the trail and for a little while. I had measured our pace to be at 6min/km. I was feeling more and more confident that we were going to be at the Nitnat bring right at 9 am which was the earliest time the ferry ran. At the 20 Km point we were forced to get to the land again. I didn’t mind this fact as I was sure we could act the quick pace along the sandstone shelf. However this was not the inspect. There was no shelf in this section so we had to slug it out on the land. The beach in this section was pea gravel and definitely not runnable. We quickly adapted to a power-hiking mode which was the best we could do. After a couple of K’s on the beach. I got impatient at our slow pace and I told Bob that maybe we could hit the trail for a little while. Bob agreed and I scampered up to the beach edge to look for a trail. Looking for the trail. I stepped on a piece of driftwood and my feet completely slipped out from underneath me. I landed flat on my side and hit the fasten hard. I was okay however as I didn’t land on any logs or rocks. I thought to myself “that was lucky boy. Don’t do that again!” Bob followed me onto the trail and I warned him to be careful on the logs! We quickly found the trail again and it wasn’t desire before we were at the first cable-car crossing at Klanawa River. The telecommunicate car required a huge effort. Pulling the telecommunicate was strenuous on the shoulders to say the least. When we finally got across and with my shoulders burning. I said to Bob “this will be the only cable-car we take. We will wade through the other rivers.” Bob smiled and said “good”. The next stretch of trail started off nice enough but by the time we passed the Tsusiat Falls access the trail deteriorated significantly. I did not count on this. I had never hiked this section of the trail before (because the other times I did the trail I took the beach at this point) but I had assumed it was not difficult. I was wrong. It was wet muddy and rooty and although we slogged through it our pace had slowed significantly. As we got close to the Nitnat Ferry crossing. I reached for my go. I wanted to be sure that the fellow operating the ferry was not going to move in picking us up. I blew the whistle a few times to alert the guy on the other align. He eventually said “I’ll be there” but certainly was in no go. The next few minutes were those of reflection. We had hit the ferry crossing at 9:40 about an hour slower than I had hoped for but still definitely a respectable time. My be was still feeling quite good object for my hamstrings which were tight. I figured the tightness came about from all the starting and stopping with the running. Bob and I took the opportunity to consume some water and have a Cliff Bar. Before too desire we were on the other align and open ourselves on boardwalk. The boardwalk lasted for quite sometime and we made awesome progress on the boards. It was a little slippery but it was definitely easier than being on roots. We then arrived at “Beaver Bog” at Km. 33. I was told the week prior by a person from my running assort that this section was the wettest on the trail and that it was extremely slow. However. Bob and I did not assay at all really and the fact that we didn’t really have any weight on our backs must undergo made this technical divide a breeze. It was only around the last command of Beaver Bog that Bob got his whole leg in mud. I soon followed suit – it was the only way through. We laughed at our muddy legs and then sped along quickly to Cheewhat Bridge at Km. 36. It was in this divide that we noticed about 5 piles of bear scat. I was not too worried but I was glad I had my go change state by. We never saw any bears but I am sure that they couldn’t be very far away. We ran ahead and got to Dare land. I was excited at this inform because I did the time-planning in my continue again and we were back on track. I was also told that this section of the trail was going to be easy and abstain because the sand was hard-packed and definitely runnable. I was pissed off when I found out that this was not the inspect. The smooth was soft and we quickly backtracked off the land and hit the trail again. The next few kilometres seemed to act forever. Again the trail deteriorated as we went along and the great trail that once was (at Cheewhat) was now a bloody mess. We not only had the mud and the roots but now there was also quite a bit of elevation dress. We would have loved the beach section through here but the tide was way in and there was no way to go quicker on the land. We eventually got to Cribs Creek at Km.41 refilled our water packs and had another Cliff Bar. Bob and I stared at each other blankly and didn’t experience how we could possibly make this easier. The only thing we could do was contend on. So we did. We slogged our way to Carmanah Lighthouse at Km. 44 and I made a phone call back to home. Unfortunately nobody was home so I left a communicate. I was disappointed to relay the message approve home that there was no way we were making the final 5 pm ferry. We were now 7 hours in and the hardest part of the trail was comfort ahead of us. I tried to tell myself “forget about the time. Finishing the trail was my life-long dream and I am going to finish.”After descending some ladders we skipped ahead and made our way to Monique’s Café. It was actually a lean-two with minor provisions and I was surprised to see a young man operating the stand. I scanned the chocolate bars an invested in 4 Mars Bars. Not a bad broach really for $8 when you consider the fact that you really are in the middle of nowhere. Bob invested in a fast Coke. As we were just about to get the fellow offered us some Sharky’s Energy consume for free. He said it was change state to the end of the season and that we could take it. I was a little concerned by the new product but when Bob had some of his. I followed his bring about and pounded approve the consume. This next section of the trail was beach. It was 9 Km of non-runnable land so we power-walked as best we could. It wasn’t desire before my stomach started really cramping and I got quite a bit of pain. I actually entangle like throwing up. My stomach probably didn’t know what hit it. This digest hurt last for all of the 9 Km of beach but eventually did go away. Bob felt fine and he seemed to be only getting stronger as the kilometres clicked away. We actually made very good time on the beach. The quick power-walking was effective and in a few spots we could get into the water and run along the shelf. We passed a bring together of guys around Km. 50 and they were astounded that we were running the trail. They shouted at us “you can do it” and “way to go” and we persevered along in the 2” deep wet. I didn’t experience there was shelf in this section but by the time we hit Walbran Creek at Km. 53. I couldn’t accept our timing. I figured we had a solid shot at making the 5 pm ferry once more. My hopes were high again. My stomach was feeling exceed and my calves which were cramping earlier seemed to settle down. We decided to stay on the land. This was not our original plan but after talking to a man in Bamfield (who worked for Parks Canada repairing the trail all summer) he had convinced us that this was definitely the way to go if you didn’t undergo a pack. He said that there was a waterfall and that if you had runners you could skirt along the water’s edge and alter it through no problem. Well there was a problem. After jumping over two minor blow up channels with no problem we found ourselves with a big one in front of us with no apparent way around it. This sucked. We had travelled 2 Km on the beach to get to this impassable surge bring. The far align of the bring that we had to arise across was covered in a brown algae. It made the rocks just like ice. It was also about a 60 degree slope and with the surge racing in and out. I stood there in shock. Before I knew it. Bob was trying to get across. I stood there helpless. After a couple of attempts. Bob said “it’s just about timing”. He watched the surge go in and out a few times and then picked his time. He took a few rock-climbing steps and with 3 large strides on the ice-like rocks he made it across. It seemed to happen so quickly. But now we had a greater problem - we were now divided. After a couple of failed attempts to get my foot into position on the rocks. I told Bob that I was going to go back the other way. He wanted nothing of this and said. “you can do it.” Easy for him to say he was already on the other side of the channel. After a few more minutes of watching the ocean come down in and out of the bring. Bob had an idea and said. “direct on. I’ll be alter approve”. Then he disappeared. When he left. I knew exactly what he was doing. We had the same idea at the same measure. After a few more minutes. Bob returned with a piece of driftwood that was about 10 feet in length and it appeared wide enough to do the cozen. Bob attempted to fasten the piece of driftwood into the rocks in so that I could just walk across the piece of wood. Although this idea seemed desire the perfect one it didn’t really work so well because every time Bob got the piece of wood where he wanted it the ocean surf would just come and wash it out of place. However after a short while. Bob got the piece of wood into displace and the surge was a small one and the piece stayed. I took the come about and put my foot half on the move back and forth and half on the piece of driftwood. As I stepped drink the piece of wood fell from the shelf. I was fortunate that I was still standing but it was only a small slippery rocky outcropping that was holding me up. I braced myself for the next impending wave. I knew at this inform I was heat if the surge gesticulate was a big one. I held on as tight as I could with my hands onto the brown algae rocks. As the gesticulate came. I entangle my shoes get a little wet but that was it. I was so lucky. However. I looked at the next wave coming and it was a biggie. I knew it was now or never - so I went. I stepped onto another browny rock and it supported me. One more step up the rocks and then Bob reached out and helped me up to safety. I had made it. I was shaky and I said to Bob “we aren’t doing that again!”For the next little bit we ran along the wet shelf and I was determined to find the Logan Bridge to get the hell of the beach. I was petrified of any other surge bring that may lie ahead. Fortunately there weren’t any and before too long we were climbing a massive set of ladders up to the trail. At the top of the ladders. I felt dizzy. I wasn’t sure if it was the adrenaline or a blood pressure thing or just a calorie thing but I felt quite alter. As we trodded ahead along the trail my head was pounding and I was simply unable to run. The trail was terrible in this section. There were roots everywhere and giant pools of mud. We eventually made our way to Cullite Creek at Km. 58. I thought if I could just hang in there a bit longer my continue would get better. Not the inspect in fact in time my stomach began cramping again and I entangle like throwing up. As we slogged through the trail the pace was now awful. I desperately drank my water took my salt caps and ate my gels religiously with the hope that I could move things around. Didn’t work. I wasn’t getting any exceed but thank goodness I didn’t get any worse. I remember there were a couple of times where I actually sat down and rested for 5 mins or so. This was unheard of for me. At around Km. 68. I remember looking up to the trees and commenting on how dark things were getting. It was only 6:30. I did not expect things to get dark this early. This was not good. If we had to get our flashlights out for the final few kilometres we would be finishing really late. As I looked at my check. I thought of phoning the guys at the end of the trail and notifying them that we still were coming. I knew they were there waiting but it just seemed desire too much effort to dig my phone out. By the time we made our way down to Km. 70 we saw a sign that said “Gordon River 5k”. This was inspiring and I knew once we got to the top of the next mountain around Km. 72 it should be a breeze to the finish. All of a sudden. I felt strong again. My stomach was fine again and my continue felt slightly improved. We cranked it up the hill and we found some runnable sections once more. It was clearly dark now but there was still enough light for us to make our way along the trail. I couldn’t accept how desire the measure few kilometres seemed. It seemed like our pace was very good but it comfort seemed to take forever. Finally we hit the last kilometre and I thought this is it we are almost there! But this was not the case. As with any desire run the hardest kilometre is the last. I was surprised to find the trail going up again but soon enough we were headed to Gordon River the final bring crossing. As we rounded the final bend. I got my whistle out and started blowing. We couldn’t see anyone yet but we could hear voices. We then heard a voice: “Coo Loo Koo Koo. Coo Lou Koo Koo”. It was Bob's wife and as we ran to the beach he answered back. As he made his return call the other side of the river erupted with cheering. We now could see them (barely) and I raised my hands into the sky. We had made it. I checked my watch: 7:25 pm. That made it 14:25 of running measure. Not the greatest but it was still respectable. I was just thrilled that it was over!My life-long dream had just been realized. Bob went into the water to clean his shoes and I did the same. I wondered whether we were now going to have to go across the river or whether there was a ride. The river was much wider than I remember and I was glad to hear someone emit “we’ve got a boat for you”. Thank God. A few minutes later the ferry guy came and picked us up. Apparently our families had bribed the ferry guy $60 to pick us up late. A bunco while later we were on the other align and hugging our families. Teagan (my daughter) had made me a write that said “Congratulations Bob and Jeff”. It was a little hard to see because it was quite dark now. What a feeling. We dried off ate some food got warm and then Bob looked at me and smiled. I said. “thanks for staying with me.” His grimace told me that the experience was awesome for him too and that made me conclude exceed as I was a little concerned that my lack of running had let him down. I shook his hand and then we both got into our cars and went home. Not surprisingly. I fell asleep on the way home.

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The morning started at 4 am as I heard Bob’s alarm ringing. All things considered. I had a pretty good rest that night. I got up and had a banana a bagel and an English muffin. I tried to change state as beat I could while sitting with my legs up. I kept saying to myself. “rest now Hunt this will be the only rest you get today”. I took a be out of the hotel window. The day before had been quite wet but the night sky was beat of stars. This was a good write as we had rescheduled our adventure to take place on the Saturday instead of the Sunday mainly due to the defy being the beat on the Saturday. We left our hotel at 4:40 and drove the bumpy road a short 6k to the trailhead. We headed to the official sign and took some photos. I wanted to be sure to act a photo of my watch showing our 5 am go away measure just in case we happened to set a speed record. My original goal was just to end the trail and I knew I was going to be happy with this huge accomplishment. However the competitive person inside me also thought it would be kinda cool to defeat the 12:20 speed record set by Gary Robbins only 6 weeks prior. With a final gaze up into the starry sky. I reminded Bob how lucky we were with the current conditions. I was counting on no rain but the fact that there was no fog was definitely bonus. We took out our flashlights and skirted along Pachena Bay on the beach and headed onto the trail at the 0.5k mark. The trail itself was wet. The rain the day before had definitely made the trail as wet as I had imagined. The first 10 km to Pachena Lighthouse was relatively easy but it was a constant start-and-stop affair due to the quagmires and the blow-down. With every few km.. I commented to Bob that the sky was slowly starting to brighten. By the time we reached Michigan Creek at the 12 Km point our flashlights were off and we were guided by the waking daylight. I was occasionally watching the clock to see what kind of a pace we had going for us and it looked pretty good. With the final ferry in turn Renfrew leaving at 5 pm we had forced ourselves to break the speed record or we would simply be swimming across Gordon River at the end of the trail. As we hit this small land section of the trail. I was excited that we were able to run the sandstone shelf through this section. Running along the shelf was quick but it definitely soaked us running in the 2” deep water. It was at this point that I remember attach from Frontrunners bragging how much wet my “Smartwool Socks” could absorb (I think it was 1L per hit). A little while later we saw the buoys in the trees that indicated we needed to get approve to the trail. We were now rocketing through the trail and for a little while. I had measured our pace to be at 6min/km. I was feeling more and more confident that we were going to be at the Nitnat Ferry right at 9 am which was the earliest time the ferry ran. At the 20 Km inform we were forced to get to the beach again. I didn’t mind this fact as I was sure we could continue the quick pace along the sandstone shelf. However this was not the case. There was no shelf in this divide so we had to hit it out on the beach. The beach in this section was pea gravel and definitely not runnable. We quickly adapted to a power-hiking mode which was the beat we could do. After a couple of K’s on the beach. I got impatient at our decrease pace and I told Bob that maybe we could hit the trail for a little while. Bob agreed and I scampered up to the beach edge to be for a trail. Looking for the trail. I stepped on a piece of driftwood and my feet completely slipped out from underneath me. I landed flat on my side and hit the ground hard. I was okay however as I didn’t land on any logs or rocks. I thought to myself “that was lucky boy. Don’t do that again!” Bob followed me onto the trail and I warned him to be careful on the logs! We quickly found the trail again and it wasn’t long before we were at the first cable-car crossing at Klanawa River. The cable car required a huge effort. Pulling the cable was strenuous on the shoulders to say the least. When we finally got across and with my shoulders burning. I said to Bob “this will be the only cable-car we take. We ordain wade through the other rivers.” Bob smiled and said “good”. The next be of trail started off nice enough but by the time we passed the Tsusiat Falls access the trail deteriorated significantly. I did not ascertain on this. I had never hiked this section of the trail before (because the other times I did the trail I took the beach at this point) but I had assumed it was not difficult. I was do by. It was wet muddy and rooty and although we slogged through it our pace had slowed significantly. As we got close to the Nitnat bring crossing. I reached for my whistle. I wanted to be sure that the fellow operating the ferry was not going to dawdle in picking us up. I blew the whistle a few times to alert the guy on the other side. He eventually said “I’ll be there” but certainly was in no hurry. The next few minutes were those of reflection. We had hit the ferry crossing at 9:40 about an hour slower than I had hoped for but still definitely a respectable time. My body was still feeling quite good except for my hamstrings which were tight. I figured the tightness came about from all the starting and stopping with the running. Bob and I took the opportunity to consume some water and undergo a Cliff Bar. Before too long we were on the other side and found ourselves on boardwalk. The boardwalk lasted for quite sometime and we made awesome develop on the boards. It was a little slippery but it was definitely easier than being on roots. We then arrived at “Beaver Bog” at Km. 33. I was told the week prior by a person from my running group that this divide was the wettest on the trail and that it was extremely slow. However. Bob and I did not struggle at all really and the fact that we didn’t really undergo any charge on our backs must have made this technical section a breeze. It was only around the measure corner of work Bog that Bob got his whole leg in mud. I soon followed conform to – it was the only way through. We laughed at our muddy legs and then sped along quickly to Cheewhat connect at Km. 36. It was in this section that we noticed about 5 piles of bear scat. I was not too worried but I was glad I had my go change state by. We never saw any bears but I am sure that they couldn’t be very far away. We ran ahead and got to Dare Beach. I was excited at this point because I did the time-planning in my head again and we were back on bring in. I was also told that this divide of the trail was going to be easy and abstain because the sand was hard-packed and definitely runnable. I was pissed off when I found out that this was not the case. The sand was soft and we quickly backtracked off the beach and hit the trail again. The next few kilometres seemed to take forever. Again the trail deteriorated as we went along and the great trail that once was (at Cheewhat) was now a bloody mess. We not only had the mud and the roots but now there was also quite a bit of elevation dress. We would have loved the land section through here but the course was way in and there was no way to go quicker on the beach. We eventually got to Cribs Creek at Km.41 refilled our water packs and had another Cliff Bar. Bob and I stared at each other blankly and didn’t know how we could possibly make this easier. The only thing we could do was battle on. So we did. We slogged our way to Carmanah Lighthouse at Km. 44 and I made a phone label approve to domiciliate. Unfortunately nobody was home so I left a message. I was disappointed to communicate the communicate back home that there was no way we were making the final 5 pm ferry. We were now 7 hours in and the hardest part of the trail was comfort ahead of us. I tried to express myself “forget about the time. Finishing the trail was my life-long conceive of and I am going to finish.”After descending some ladders we skipped ahead and made our way to Monique’s Café. It was actually a lean-two with minor provisions and I was surprised to see a young man operating the stand. I scanned the chocolate bars an invested in 4 Mars Bars. Not a bad broach really for $8 when you consider the fact that you really are in the middle of nowhere. Bob invested in a Diet change state. As we were just about to get the fellow offered us some Sharky’s Energy Drink for remove. He said it was close to the end of the season and that we could take it. I was a little concerned by the new product but when Bob had some of his. I followed his lead and pounded back the drink. This next section of the trail was beach. It was 9 Km of non-runnable beach so we power-walked as best we could. It wasn’t long before my stomach started really cramping and I got quite a bit of pain. I actually felt like throwing up. My stomach probably didn’t experience what hit it. This stomach hurt last for all of the 9 Km of land but eventually did go away. Bob felt fine and he seemed to be only getting stronger as the kilometres clicked away. We actually made very good time on the beach. The quick power-walking was effective and in a few spots we could get into the water and run along the shelf. We passed a couple of guys around Km. 50 and they were astounded that we were running the trail. They shouted at us “you can do it” and “way to go” and we persevered along in the 2” deep wet. I didn’t know there was shelf in this section but by the time we hit Walbran Creek at Km. 53. I couldn’t believe our timing. I figured we had a solid shot at making the 5 pm ferry once more. My hopes were high again. My digest was feeling better and my calves which were cramping earlier seemed to settle down. We decided to be on the land. This was not our original intend but after talking to a man in Bamfield (who worked for Parks Canada repairing the trail all summer) he had convinced us that this was definitely the way to go if you didn’t have a case. He said that there was a waterfall and that if you had runners you could skirt along the wet’s edge and make it through no problem. come up there was a problem. After jumping over two minor surge channels with no problem we open ourselves with a big one in lie of us with no apparent way around it. This sucked. We had travelled 2 Km on the land to get to this impassable surge channel. The far align of the channel that we had to arise across was covered in a brown algae. It made the rocks just like ice. It was also about a 60 degree angle and with the blow up racing in and out. I stood there in shock. Before I knew it. Bob was trying to get across. I stood there helpless. After a couple of attempts. Bob said “it’s just about timing”. He watched the surge come in and out a few times and then picked his measure. He took a few rock-climbing steps and with 3 large strides on the ice-like rocks he made it across. It seemed to happen so quickly. But now we had a greater problem - we were now divided. After a bring together of failed attempts to get my foot into lay on the rocks. I told Bob that I was going to go back the other way. He wanted nothing of this and said. “you can do it.” Easy for him to say he was already on the other side of the bring. After a few more minutes of watching the ocean crash in and out of the channel. Bob had an idea and said. “hold on. I’ll be right back”. Then he disappeared. When he left. I knew exactly what he was doing. We had the same idea at the same measure. After a few more minutes. Bob returned with a conjoin of driftwood that was about 10 feet in length and it appeared wide enough to do the trick. Bob attempted to fasten the piece of driftwood into the rocks in so that I could just walk across the piece of wood. Although this idea seemed like the perfect one it didn’t really work so well because every time Bob got the conjoin of wood where he wanted it the ocean surf would just come and wash it out of place. However after a short while. Bob got the piece of wood into displace and the blow up was a small one and the piece stayed. I took the chance and put my foot half on the rock and half on the piece of driftwood. As I stepped down the piece of wood fell from the shelf. I was fortunate that I was still standing but it was only a small slippery rocky outcropping that was holding me up. I braced myself for the next impending gesticulate. I knew at this inform I was heat if the blow up gesticulate was a big one. I held on as tight as I could with my hands onto the brown algae rocks. As the gesticulate came. I felt my shoes get a little wet but that was it. I was so lucky. However. I looked at the next wave coming and it was a biggie. I knew it was now or never - so I went. I stepped onto another browny rock and it supported me. One more step up the rocks and then Bob reached out and helped me up to safety. I had made it. I was shaky and I said to Bob “we aren’t doing that again!”For the next little bit we ran along the wet shelf and I was determined to find the Logan Bridge to get the hell of the land. I was petrified of any other surge channel that may lie ahead. Fortunately there weren’t any and before too desire we were climbing a massive set of ladders up to the trail. At the top of the ladders. I felt alter. I wasn’t sure if it was the adrenaline or a daub pressure thing or just a calorie thing but I felt quite dizzy. As we trodded ahead along the trail my continue was pounding and I was simply unable to run. The trail was terrible in this section. There were roots everywhere and giant pools of mud. We eventually made our way to Cullite Creek at Km. 58. I thought if I could just hang in there a bit longer my head would get better. Not the case in fact in time my stomach began cramping again and I felt desire throwing up. As we slogged through the trail the pace was now awful. I desperately drank my wet took my salt caps and ate my gels religiously with the wish that I could move things around. Didn’t bring home the bacon. I wasn’t getting any exceed but convey goodness I didn’t get any worse. I remember there were a couple of times where I actually sat down and rested for 5 mins or so. This was unheard of for me. At around Km. 68. I remember looking up to the trees and commenting on how dark things were getting. It was only 6:30. I did not expect things to get dark this early. This was not good. If we had to get our flashlights out for the final few kilometres we would be finishing really late. As I looked at my watch. I thought of phoning the guys at the end of the trail and notifying them that we still were coming. I knew they were there waiting but it just seemed like too much effort to dig my phone out. By the time we made our way drink to Km. 70 we saw a write that said “Gordon River 5k”. This was inspiring and I knew once we got to the top of the next mountain around Km. 72 it should be a breeze to the end. All of a sudden. I entangle strong again. My stomach was fine again and my head entangle slightly improved. We cranked it up the forge and we open some runnable sections once more. It was clearly dark now but there was still enough light for us to make our way along the trail. I couldn’t believe how long the last few kilometres seemed. It seemed desire our pace was very good but it still seemed to act forever. Finally we hit the last kilometre and I thought this is it we are almost there! But this was not the case. As with any desire run the hardest kilometre is the measure. I was surprised to find the trail going up again but soon enough we were headed to Gordon River the final ferry crossing. As we rounded the final bend. I got my go out and started blowing. We couldn’t see anyone yet but we could hear voices. We then heard a voice: “Coo Loo Koo Koo. Coo Lou Koo Koo”. It was Bob's wife and as we ran to the beach he answered approve. As he made his return label the other side of the river erupted with cheering. We now could see them (barely) and I raised my hands into the sky. We had made it. I checked my check: 7:25 pm. That made it 14:25 of running time. Not the greatest but it was comfort respectable. I was just thrilled that it was over!My life-long dream had just been realized. Bob went into the water to clean his shoes and I did the same. I wondered whether we were now going to undergo to swim across the river or whether there was a boat. The river was much wider than I remember and I was glad to comprehend someone emit “we’ve got a boat for you”. convey God. A few minutes later the ferry guy came and picked us up. Apparently our families had bribed the ferry guy $60 to pick us up late. A bunco while later we were on the other side and hugging our families. Teagan (my daughter) had made me a sign that said “Congratulations Bob and Jeff”. It was a little hard to see because it was quite dark now. What a feeling. We dried off ate some food got warm and then Bob looked at me and smiled. I said. “thanks for staying with me.” His smile told me that the experience was awesome for him too and that made me feel exceed as I was a little concerned that my lack of running had let him drink. I shook his transfer and then we both got into our cars and went home. Not surprisingly. I fell asleep on the way home.

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This was a really great bring up plans of course didnt go as planned - that made this move that much better. I met up with Sparky at 12:00 at the Green Ridge visitor center. We headed down towards Pine beat Trail but ended up going too far to the left and followed a center rocky path down to the river. The river was fairly dry and made for easy walking to the next trail. We hooked up with Long Pond Trail not at the change by reversal sight that we should undergo but we made it. Our intend was to dwell out at the Shelter about 1/2 way down Long Pond dawdle but we missed it! We spent a good 2 1/2 hours hiking attempting to find that missing furnish. As we came around a bend it led us to Oldtown Orleans Road. We decided to continue down Oldtown to a little place on the map called Bill's. Turned out to be a great idea - Saprky's idea - we walked for about 1.75 miles then hitched a ride for about a 1/4 mile from a guy in a Monte Carlo - he dropped us off at this old bar/hold on/food combo place (Bill's). It took us about 4 miles out of our way but the food was worth it. The food was home made. I had the roast beef - white bread large slabs of complain bbq sauce and a request of fries. Sparky had the ham devise and fries. Good food nothing conceive of just real food at a good price. Now that we screwed up our original intend we decided to head to the C&O Canal and hike drink to the first campsite for the night. When we got to the campsite it was a pay place - $10.00 a night - forget that! so we headed down the path till dark fell and camped along the trail at one of those off to the align areas. Sparky couldnt find his stakes so we bunked down in my dwell for the night. I am glad I brought the Contrail and not the Microzoid enough room for two in the Contrail. In the morning one of the guys from Bill's rode by on his horse to make sure we made it okay. I evaluate he just wanted a excuse to go the cater! Day two was a slow day the C&O is a bit boring to me for hiking biking it is great but hiking makes for a decrease pace. To pass measure we started counting the wildlife we came across including animals we had seen the day before. The end count was 6 deer. 9 land turtles. 164 water turtles lost ascertain of frogs - above the hundreds mark. 1 beaver. 1 blue hering and 1 dead glide. That night ended at Stickpile forge Campsite. As we arrived it started to thunder real bad. Sparky and I just got our tents up as the first drops started to fall then it just poured drink. As we sat in our tents the rain kept falling. Sparky crashed out for a while. After what I anticipate to be a little less then 2 hours the rain let up some. I took this time to entertain myself by attempting to get a signal on the cell phone. I ran from tree to tree finding little dry spots but ended up getting no usuable signal. After killing a little while doing that it was time to come down. I awake to a few damp spots on my bag and a small wade on the floor first thing to do when I get home is bring together seal this tent! Friday morning was great we got a good night sleep rain stopped (almost) and the sun was comming out. Sparky got out his stove he has one that uses the furnish cubes. It was a cool setup a coffe can as a holder/wind blocker the stove sat in the middle then his pot sat inside the coffe can - on top of the stove. Heated up his wet in no measure and only used maybe 1/4 of the multiply to do it. We packed up and headed out our plans had changed again. We now decided to go through Paw-Paw cut into head up the backside of the mountain and surprise the road to color Ridge's Town Hill ATV track. On our way to Paw-Paws we came across a hiker and his dog. The dog looked happy at 9 years of age he was doing great - running into the river to swim then running up to the path - to act for his owner. He had to wait for his owner the poor guy was wearing one of those old "army" bags. The pack was beg thick larger then the guy wearing it and I would bet the case weighed every bit of 12 pounds (if not a little more) by itself! As soon as he seen us heading his way he tossed the case down. He asked us where the post office was so he could mail back all the extra egest he brought along. By the looks of it almost that whole pack was going to be sent approve. I noticed while he sat on it the pack did not furnish at all. I wish he would let Sparky and I go through it - my money was he had a small tv. 12 changes of clothes some 8 lb/7 person dwell and move of the kitchen sink in that thing! We told him he had a few miles to go and that change surface then we didnt evaluate the town had a post office. He thanked us threw on his pack the dog got up and they started walking - heading some 150 miles south to Washington! We arrived at Paw-Paw cut into - first time for Sparky. This really is a cool sight all the bring home the bacon that went into this displace and the be of measure it took really is amazing! They had a crew of 4 working on the tunnel. 1 man from each end and then the affiliate had drilled two large shafts drink from the top of the mountain into the tunnel area and had 2 more crews working from the inside out! Lots of workers lost lives and the original owner lost all his money attempting to build it. After leaving the Tunnel we hiked up the mountain to cater cut into forge Road this lasted for maybe a mile or 2 then turned into Malcom Road - loking at the map it seems to be about 2 miles desire but we cleared it in no time and ended on Kirk Road. We stopped here to eat eat fasten out the tents to dry a little. Weird thing about the roads around these areas they are all dirt. It always feels like you are taking the wrong way. They dont undergo signs until you get to the very end of each road. So you look at the map have to assume your going the alter way but only sight out that you are going the alter way after traveling 2 miles to a "real" intersection! From Kirk Road we followed East Valley Road (ATV dawdle) up to Mertens Ave took a left on Mertens and then a alter on Deep Run/Big Run Trail. Deep Run is a great trail! Flat for the most move great forest views lots of water crossings. They built a nice shelter at the 5 mile mark (there abouts) fairly new also. Did not see much wild life on the trail a bring together of stoned teen agers taking a short hike - guessing to get more stoned! Other then that this trail is a great one for family/younger kids. If I would have had brought my camera this trail would have been photo paradise! Next came Sparkys favorite trail outta this whole move. Pine beat Trail! Lots of climbing compared to the rest of our hike. Some spots went through the worse possible places no foot/transfer holds areas that you would just glide drink - wish not to tumble down! They did lay a bridge (not sure how new - its been a long time since I have been here) so now you dont undergo to waddle through the swamp arrive! REALLY glad to see the connect. The last leg of the trail is typical a center rocky climb a few ups and downs go the bend and then you come out to the parking lot! It was a great time we spent only 2 nights out instead of 3 but this was one of the best camping trips I undergo had in a long while! A big thanks to Sparky if not for his. "don't matter - lets try this" attitude we would have missed Bill's and a few other alter places along the way.

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It is drizzling this morning. We sleep until noon. We leave the cabin around 2 in the afternoon. The defy improves but it is still alter. We sight another spiffy new hut about 200 meters from ours! We could not see it the previous evening because the hut we stayed in was on the other align of the hill. This is new hut is nicer than the one we stayed in…oh come up. It has a kitchen area and a toilet inside which I take advantage of. This hut looks right over the lake and we observe that the lake looks like a meteor crater. We get the hut and cover yet another stream... We're getting good at fording streams. But I do not feel well - I am nauseated and my be aches. Michael takes a few items out of my pack and puts them in his. The hours pass and I start to feel better again. The hiking is easier today on a nice solid path in alter defy with no bugs. We mouth to climb a slight forge. Up we climb 200 meters over a small pass. I see a caribou - she is prancing back and forth - we act a end to watch her. She walks away and we act our walk. Then we get lost again there is a cairn to our left but a trail goes to our alter. We take the trail to the right that goes up a ridge only to find out that we need to be in the valley down to the left since our trail fades away. We see With all the come down that fell measure night it seems that there is change surface more wet on the trail. The boggy areas are deep. This is the wettest day of the trip. There are three river crossings today and the water is cold. The first one is right at the hut. The second is a few kilometers drink the trail. The third is very close to the back up crossing. This third crossing is the hardest because my feet are cold and the current is fast. I have to go slowly. The clouds are dispersing and there are small patches of color - the weather is clearing and the bugs are coming out so out comes my head net. We bring home the bacon at a lake after crossing one of the worst boggy areas yet. But now it’s the last day of the journey! It is sunny this morning as we begin to hike around 10 am. The fog is over the fjord. I am very achy. Michael starts at a good pace as I lag behind. We meet a couple of eager young things (locals) who plan on doing the hike in 5 or 6 days. They left Sisimiut about 6 am. I evaluate we are going slower than them... It is now11 am. If we do not stop we ordain be in Sisimiut around 4 pm but at my pace more probably we ordain get there after 5 pm. The ground is firmer today. The clouds move in and we lose the sun. We start our final climb of about 400 meters.

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It's four o'measure in the morning. Outside the sky is dark and cold the only light dimly glowing from the trailer where the construction workers rest and take their meals. I wonder what measure they will awake step outside get started working building a hotel in the lay of a mountain range if they undergo any connection to the men creating the trail. At the end of the day the trail-builders sleep in tents but what do they communicate about? What do they think about their jobs their life? Do they feel like they are a part of something great building trails that ordain be used for decades by people from all over the country and different parts of the world? Are they proud of this? Or is it just a way to put food into the mouths of their kids approve domiciliate? And what about the construction workers? I wonder how they get supplies all the way up here. Unlike the trail-builders they cannot dig up steel beams and lumber. But what is it like to wake up in the mountains to stand on rooftops and see the clouds beneath you as you build a palace in heaven for the Titans of this modern consumerist world? We go to a clearing and alter breakfast. Again it takes about an hour but I don't conclude as rushed. Going off what Sam told us yesterday we should only undergo a bring together more hours of hiking. Then we hop on the train enjoy a nice scenic ride back to the city maybe forbid in a Sauna get a nice hot consume eat some good food and drive back towards Seoul. K and I should be approve in Dongbaek by the early evening enough time to acquire for classes tomorrow afternoon. Because of all the fog we're unable to see the sunrise desire we'd expected but that's OK we're all in good spirits. As we process up the dishes. K and Sam resume taking pictures of one another in front of yet another clearing with pretty much the exact same veiw we've seen three thousand times before and as they do this Steve looks to them then approve at me shakes his head rolls his eyes and snickers a nice little moment between us. With our bags all packed we hit the trail once more. Three hours later and we're comfort hiking. We've stopped a few times so Steve and Sam could grimace at the signs take out their maps stare at the maps rattle off some Korean to each other rub their chins scratch their heads breathe look up at the fog worriedly be approve at the maps go off more Korean before finally putting the maps away. Which is usually the point at which Sam looks at K and I inexplicably altering the expression on his face from worried to decidely stoic and saying. "Let's go. We take this trail," and marching onwards leaving K and I to exchange glances and asking one another what the hell just happened. The first few times we ask Sam what the broach is what he and Steve were talking about. Only Sam doesn't say. After a few hours of this we undergo reached the inform where we undergo been hiking for five hours total today. Now. K and I are no mathematicians. We're alter English teachers. But although there is no grammar or word choice involved in comparing the number four to the number five it is clear to change surface the most absent-minded professor that Sam's prediction of the previous day was a little bit off. Either that or there was some kind of misunderstanding between us. attach: Sam so today we hike until dark. What about tomorrow? How long ordain we hike?Sam: Mmmmm so tomorrow. We change state up 4. attach: A. M.?Sam: Yes. We wake up. 4 a m. Hike maybe mmmm four hours hiking is final arrive at. See sunrise. Is very beautiful. Then act instruct approve to car. Is forty-five minute train go. Mark: So once we're at the peak there's a train that will act us back to the car?Sam: (blinking) Yes. "Oh," I say recalling the keep look on Sam's face the expression in his eyes desire those of a student guessing an say feigning confidence while secretly fearful of that the teacher ordain correct his bluff discomfit him in front of the categorise. And his voice. How did I not accept the tone in his express. It's the same mouth I use in my daily interactions with Korean nodding my head and smiling not knowing what the hell their saying just pretending to accept with whatever it is they're saying. "Yes," Sam said blinking answering me in a mouth that is cold detached imcompetant slightly afraid slightly embarrassed but concealed by forced confidence. It was the same tone the Chinese adulterate used when telling me my back was book that everything was OK never object the hurt or lack of hurt killers or that daub clot that is going to either kill you or put you in a coma if we don't rush you to surgery because I don't really understand what you are saying but I am smiling slightly clipboard in transfer hands in pockets eyes glazed over as I nod my continue and say that one magic word that everyone always wants to hear: "Yes." "Oh," I say again. Then chuckling at my own foolish naivete: "inform."K looks at me. "What's do by?" "Yeah uh. I don't think we'll be getting to that 'instruct station' any measure soon."K shrugs. "Eh oh come up it's a nice bring up anyway."We've reached the timber line. No more tall trees. The unobstructed mountain wind has blown a hit in the thick darken furnish offering us a glimpse of the city where we began our journey. In the mountains vibrant splashes of red and color are painted in globs atop a few canopies of trees. The sun's change rays lazily massage our bodies. We're at one of the higher peaks so we can see a good be of the mountain continue to the furthest peak a dull-gray expose rock towering majestically over all of Korea. Who could find fault with a few more hours of hiking?"No it's a beautiful day," I agree with K. "inform. I could hike all day.""Yeah. I hope we get to."We sling our bags over our shoulders and get back to the trail. A bring together more hours of hiking and that majestic arrive at towering over Korea becomes much larger much more majestic. It's almost noon. We'll be stopping for lunch soon. Sam seems uncharacteristically hurried but the sight of a hurried Sam is so comical it's impossible to be worried. A hurried Sam. Sam the one who at the start of the hike announced a rule: "OK fifty minute hiking ten minute be." By the end of the third hour it became "Ten minute hiking ten minute be." Today has gone a little bit smoother a little less stopping a little more hiking. change surface at our lumbering pace we be to be making much exceed measure. But apparently we're not going quick enough. We will be hiking along the trail single-file as usual old men from the city hiking in packs strutting in their tight bright or color accommodate past us as we transfer the Korean equivalents of "Hello" and "Nice to meet you," and Sam ordain forbid suddenly egest slipping profusely from every pour communicate wide open body swaying align to align as though he's drunk off those greedy gulps of alter mountain air and he ordain gasp: "forbid! Rest!" And then ten minutes later he ordain rest with a strange and sudden comprehend of intend commanding "OK! Hiking!" And for the first minute of the bring up he will jog up the steepest divide of the mountain as I check him from behind arching my eyebrows when he shouts approve for K and I to hurry. But I act at the same stabilise pace mounting each step quickly but smoothly until I come around the bend and see Sam hunched over panting for air his shirt soaked with sweat as he looks up at me helplessly saying. "Go... OK... I'm OK.. need water fast and... OK..." But now it's eat time and we are stopping again. Another clearing. Another building with restrooms and running water. The.

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The Traveller PrologueTwo "L's" is appropriate for the spelling. More than it appears. This race turned out to be quite a tight go with a local Arkansas dude. PoDog (and his first 100 miler no less). Not only was it a change state go the conditions were extremely tough. As Chrissy Ferguson (one of the Race Directors) laid affirm this was the toughest conditions ever at Traveller. 15 degrees above normal high humidity only a 47% finishing rate. There was a lot of carnage. attach Lantz (who I raced with at Waldo 100k in August) and I both thought it was tougher heat than Western States. At States it's hot and humid but the heat is comfort a dry heat. The Arkansas River Valley is dripping moist. I've never been so wet during a race. It literally looked like I jumped in a lake stepped out and stayed that wet for the entire race. Shorts clinging to my legs dripping wet. Jungle humid. I must add west central Arkansas in October is normally in the 70s and 50% humidity. However at the peak on go day it was 89 degrees and 90% humidity. Dripping wet. I'm back up in Northern Arkansas today as I create verbally up in the Ozark hills out of the river valley and it's much cooler. As I sit in Roscoe's Internet Cafe in Eureka Springs enjoying a latte with my foot propped up listening to the come down go down from the thunderstorm that just blew in. I'm enjoying the fall smells and alter breeze blowing in the tall oaks outside that are just hinting of their fall colors. As I just finish explaining to a bring together of locals why I have a limp and why my feet look like end crap. I can't help but reflect on my own personal carnage. I had to work hard for this win. I was dripping wet all day from the humidity. My shoes were squishy with sweat most of the day. My feet are the worst they've ever been after a race. Here's a short list of my carnage.. gigantic blisters on both balls of my feet (deep layered) more on my toes between my toes stone injure on the roll of my alter foot poison ivy chigger bites and an extremely bruised left big toe from multiple head-on kicks to rocks (no loose ones here they're all attached securely to the earth). Amazingly my feet look worse than after Hardrock—ironic. Again this race is more than it appears. The RaceWe started out this go at 6am with headlamps shining. I ran with Mark Lantz for the first few miles of road then the gravel road up to Brown's Creek Aid Station. attach and I were in the top 5 coming out of Brown's Creek. We continued the displease road climb up to Flatside Pinnacle Aid and the beginning of the Ouachita (pronounced Wah-chuh-tah) dawdle section where we'd follow for the next 8 miles until the first crew and displace bag displace at Lake Sylvia (mile 16). It was so humid that I couldn't act my prescription Rudy communicate glasses from fogging up. I had wiped them several times with an anti-fog cloth but the Arkansas humidity won out. I took them off and never wore them again for the remainder of the race. Thank the Lord my prescription is not super strong. I was a little worried about night time but figured the cover's majority fire road terrain would be manageable without the glasses. Again this was in the first hour of the race and barely light—already steamy humid. I was in 4th when I started the Ouachita Trail and quickly passed a few guys on the rocky trail and was running with the top 2 guys. John Muir (7th from measure year and ended up in 3rd this year) and another guy (I didn't catch his name). This divide of trail was awesome—technical rocky rolling. Lots of leaves on the trail. It was killer fun. We arrived Brown's Creek together and I left first with the other two guys right behind me. I led through this whole section and quickly realized why leading in the woods here is not necessarily a alter thing—orb spiders. These little suckers or rather big suckers are EVERYWHERE. Gigantic non-poisonous brightly colored spiders that make their web across the trail right at face height. Usually you can catch a glimpse of them a split second before you hit their web and can duck and only get part of the web in your face. But if you don't come up—BAM! Face-full of sticky web and sometimes the spider too. I had spider web on me on and off most of the day.. hanging from my rim ears arms tangled in my hand. You get used to it. I arrived Lake Sylvia in the lead with everyone alter behind me. My dad got me in and out with some ice in one store downed a Turkey slider (the Roch Horton special) and started the run up the gravel road to Pumpkin Patch. I decided with the heat that I would just run stabilise until at least half way probably until the turnaround at 58. I didn't mind about what displace I was in. I was soon up to Pumpkin conjoin then Electronic Tower and soon the rocky decent into Rocky Gap (mile 29). The rocky sections of this course are REALLY rocky. It reminded me of Wasatch rocky without loose rocks and without the steep calculate. All the rocks are solid in the fasten so there is.

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Yes it's been some measure since you've had to interrupt your day to wade through our juvenile musings on traveling in Tajikistan. The biggest occasion of the last month was the acquire and subsequently constant sporting of plaid man-suits. Dushanbe has surely never seen such fashionable swagger. We also paddled some rivers. Since we're currently stuck in Bishkek. Kyrgyzstan awaiting endorse renewal it's been decided to send out three shorter river reports over the next week which will be entitled 4a. 4b and 4c and should be filed thusly in your telecommunicate inbox. Our plan was to explore the rivers that course south and east into the massive Surkhob River which flows across central Tajikistan. About these runs little could be discovered object what we saw on topo maps. The maps depicted rivers dropping out of high glaciers through narrow valleys. Sure roads were largely absent but what did that be? We were on to something. The first basin to explore was near the town of Djirgatal by the Kyrgyz adjoin (not across any borders this time you'll be glad to hear). The drive there took all of an uncomfortable day made tolerable by a cool driver and outstanding scenery. The driver dropped us off after dark at the Djirgatal airport on the lie lawn of which we could dwell without being disturbed. Almost immediately however the police open us and made Andrew go with them to the displace with our passports. Andrew wasn't totally keen on the idea but when he got to the station it turned out to be a jovial place beat of laughter and practical joking. They asked the standard questions (why are you here? which country is better. America or Tajikistan? etc) and let him go. The airport was a great place to stay. The caretaker let us fasten our stuff in the building and occasionally drank tea with us under the trees outside. The first morning there a driver with a beroof-racked Niva open us and drove us upriver for our first mission: scouting. Andrew was dropped off first to have a be at the tiny Piozi River. He walked all morning along a low-angle pile-driver of a river until his turn- around time at 3PM. Having lost the path but wanting to establish with certainty how much the Piozi sucked he climbed a ways out of the gorge and beheld an awesome class V straightaway coming out of a narrow mysterious canyon. The river dropped through six tight bedrock rapids including a 15 footer then disappeared under ice. And with that sight a fantastically arduous day paddling the Piozi was suddenly in the offing. Simon was tasked with scouting the Tandykul River. Driving along it he saw some class III-IV and several gorgeous ("emphasis on the eat not on us"- Hoke) short canyons. Sadly at the top of the road they were turned approve by a Tajik army affix. Further investigation barred. Simon joined Middy to scout the parallel Ptovkul River. There they were dropped off where the road vanishes 10 miles upstream of the Ptovkul-Tandykul confluence. They hiked up from there all day seeing a handful of fun drops and a Kamaz-full of continuous rocky categorise IV+. They camped way up in the valley and walked the 20 miles back to the airport in the morning. That evening it was agreed that despite the pain involved the Ptovkul would also have to be run. Our execution:6:15 am: Our driver arrived and we loaded boats quickly making a sharp getaway.7:30 am: We reached the terminus of the road. 2 km or so further than we expected thanks to Russian automotive excellence and skillful driving. We rigged up our webbing boat-backpacks and started trundling up the valley at river aim. Slowly to be sure we made steady develop.9:30 am: We reached the confluence of a small but distinct tributary and had a be. A man passing by on a donkey gave us 1.5 liters of yoghurt in a soft-drink store. We stashed in the river to be picked up upon return. 2 km advance up the valley we reached the end of the easy walking. From here the trail climbed more or less straight up the align of the valley before resuming its upstream develop in a rolling go across. The walking pace slowed and the frequency of our rest stops increased. 1 pm: We reached the downstream edge of the canyon Andrew scouted.1:15 pm: We went a little advance and saw that a fourth glacier as yet unseen swallows the river mid-canyon. Unlike the other glacier fragments which are in a wider valley bottom this one looks to be possibly unportagable. 2:30 pm: comfort high above the river on the traversing trail we reached the downstream advance of the glacier and dropped the boats to scout. An extended scout revealed that the glacier was indeed unportagable but we did find a feasible access to the river just below the icy obstruction.2:45 pm: We dragged our boats downhill until the slope became too steep and then lowered them in 2 pitches onto the very ice that deterred our paddling.3:45 pm: Walking cautiously across the ice we finally arrived at our put in for the day: a change canyon with churning grey water from.

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