I got together w/ the same group of guys that I ran the Grand Canyon with last spring, this year's gig was a traverse of Joshua Tree National Park via the California Riding Hiking Trail (CRHT)- 38 miles in length point to point. We would camp (and finish) at Blackrock Canyon campground
I have two different tales to tell of our Joshua Tree run. The first tale starts about 4:00 AM where folks are rubbing the sleep out their eye (and smoke from the campfire the previous night), grabbing a quick bite and a cup of coffee and finally piling in the van to head for the half way point (Ryan's Campground) to stash our water for the second half of the run. We hid our water to keep any indian and cowboy playing kids from wrecking our run (jugs had well marked sharpie messages to keep to keep any well doing person from picking up "trash"). We continued on to the starting point arriving almost spot on our planned time. At 6:40 AM we were on our way!
The sun was coming up and the temps were in the upper 50's- perfect. I settled into what felt like a decent pace and enjoyed the desert scenery- it was gorgeous. The entire 38 mile length of the CRHT (California Riding Hiking Trail) has mile markers and they were great to gauge pace and serve as a reminder to fuel and hydrate. I was soaking in the scenery and the mile markers seemed like they were flying by. By my calculations I was only 3 miles from the half way point as I approached a pretty decent ascent, saving energy I walked the ascent and before long I was rewarded with a wonderful long descent.
This is where the second tale starts. Not too very far into the descent my calves rebelled- violently. I stopped running in disbelief and walked. Started to run again and the cramps came back instantaneously. OK no need for panic, just walk the 2 miles to the half way point and refill bottles/bladder and take a little breather. One by one, several of the guys passed me and everyone but one of us was at the half way point arriving within minutes of each other- a little less than four hours. It turns out Adana was also suffering cramps (not just calf, but quad and hamstrings as well). Sitting down was a challenge as my calves wanted to lock up (turns out getting up was even more challenging!). My water strategy seemed perfect, I had drained my 1 liter bladder, but both bottle had water remaining. I finished those off and refilled everything to the brim. Adan and I decided to stick together and when we left we thought it would behoove us to walk for a mile or so. After a mile we tried to run, no dice. Another mile, still no dice. Another, same thing. We started messing with our gait and both find a way we could run even w/ the cramps, albeit not very fast (but faster than walking). We were starting to cover ground pretty decently again and feeling good about catching up with some of the others. At ~ mile 24 were descending a long switched back section and let out a couple of war hoops, not realizing the loose wheels were about to come off. As we descended we both scanned the country side to see which way the trail would lead, we couldn't pick it out. Soon it became very apparent which way the trail was going- up, way up. The temps were now into the mid 70's which sounds rather pleasant, but coming from Montana and training in 20 and 20 degree weather- it felt hot. The trail rose relentlessly and it was quickly taking it's toll. My stomach started to rebel at this point and would remain in rebel mode the rest of the journey. The light bulb also went off for me when I realized my wonderful hydration strategy at this pace was going very awry! I started carefully nursing my liquids, cursing myself for not factoring in a much slower pace. I turned onto another switchback and looked straight into a thorny bush, what was this? I reached in and retrieved an old Gatorade bottle that appeared to be full of water. No scientific testing, I unscrewed the lid and drank. Adan was right behind and he did the same. I fully filled one of my bottles and Adan refilled one of his with remaining water. No one will convince me other wise, an angel looking out for me.
We finally crested the top and arrived at Lower Covington Flat and started out our funny gait and "ran". Unfortunately we both knew that our next destination was Upper Covington Flat and we knew what that meant . The axle nut on the wheel was only hanging on by a thread at this juncture. In our minds we were convinced some joker had moved the mile markers apart, each mile seemingly longer than the previous one. At ~ mile 32 we finally descended again, a long wash that lead to Black Rock Canyon. While we welcomed the downhill, the sand was deep and loose and the joker that was moving the mile markers was now moving them farther apart. A little while into the wash there was a junction for Eureka Peak, 2.5 miles in the other direction. I jokingly asked Adan if we wanted to take short detour and bag Eureka Peak. He answered that he didn't find that %#**@ing funny at all. That made me laugh pretty hard at my own joke, but almost immediately I suffered severed cramps that had me bent over, now Adan did think that was pretty funny! After a couple of agonizingly slow miles going down, I decided to the hell with it and cramps or no cramps, I'm going to run to put an end to this madness. It was very pretty running through the deep sand, dodging obstacles (most w/ a thorny reward), but it was getting me down the wash faster (I later learned that Adan was inspired by my attempt to run and he did likewise, only to be rewarded a short while later with a simultaneous multiple muscle group cramp that put him head first into the sand! I should also mention that Adan was having major problems with one of shoes as if couldn't have gotten any worse).
I finally made it to camp, much worse for the wear 10.5 hours after our start (for those that don't like math, sub 4 hours to the half way point, 6.5 hours for the second half . About 45 minutes later Adan arrived and I got a glimpse of what I must have looked like- not very damn good. Slowly my appetite came back and the more I ate and the more I drank, the better I felt. Sitting around the campfire I'd occasionally let out a yell as I mistakenly would try and cross my leg or other such move that would lock my leg(s) into a violent cramp. But eventually all the woes were washed away and we moved on to already starting to plan on our next adventure.
I have two different tales to tell of our Joshua Tree run. The first tale starts about 4:00 AM where folks are rubbing the sleep out their eye (and smoke from the campfire the previous night), grabbing a quick bite and a cup of coffee and finally piling in the van to head for the half way point (Ryan's Campground) to stash our water for the second half of the run. We hid our water to keep any indian and cowboy playing kids from wrecking our run (jugs had well marked sharpie messages to keep to keep any well doing person from picking up "trash"). We continued on to the starting point arriving almost spot on our planned time. At 6:40 AM we were on our way!
The sun was coming up and the temps were in the upper 50's- perfect. I settled into what felt like a decent pace and enjoyed the desert scenery- it was gorgeous. The entire 38 mile length of the CRHT (California Riding Hiking Trail) has mile markers and they were great to gauge pace and serve as a reminder to fuel and hydrate. I was soaking in the scenery and the mile markers seemed like they were flying by. By my calculations I was only 3 miles from the half way point as I approached a pretty decent ascent, saving energy I walked the ascent and before long I was rewarded with a wonderful long descent.
This is where the second tale starts. Not too very far into the descent my calves rebelled- violently. I stopped running in disbelief and walked. Started to run again and the cramps came back instantaneously. OK no need for panic, just walk the 2 miles to the half way point and refill bottles/bladder and take a little breather. One by one, several of the guys passed me and everyone but one of us was at the half way point arriving within minutes of each other- a little less than four hours. It turns out Adana was also suffering cramps (not just calf, but quad and hamstrings as well). Sitting down was a challenge as my calves wanted to lock up (turns out getting up was even more challenging!). My water strategy seemed perfect, I had drained my 1 liter bladder, but both bottle had water remaining. I finished those off and refilled everything to the brim. Adan and I decided to stick together and when we left we thought it would behoove us to walk for a mile or so. After a mile we tried to run, no dice. Another mile, still no dice. Another, same thing. We started messing with our gait and both find a way we could run even w/ the cramps, albeit not very fast (but faster than walking). We were starting to cover ground pretty decently again and feeling good about catching up with some of the others. At ~ mile 24 were descending a long switched back section and let out a couple of war hoops, not realizing the loose wheels were about to come off. As we descended we both scanned the country side to see which way the trail would lead, we couldn't pick it out. Soon it became very apparent which way the trail was going- up, way up. The temps were now into the mid 70's which sounds rather pleasant, but coming from Montana and training in 20 and 20 degree weather- it felt hot. The trail rose relentlessly and it was quickly taking it's toll. My stomach started to rebel at this point and would remain in rebel mode the rest of the journey. The light bulb also went off for me when I realized my wonderful hydration strategy at this pace was going very awry! I started carefully nursing my liquids, cursing myself for not factoring in a much slower pace. I turned onto another switchback and looked straight into a thorny bush, what was this? I reached in and retrieved an old Gatorade bottle that appeared to be full of water. No scientific testing, I unscrewed the lid and drank. Adan was right behind and he did the same. I fully filled one of my bottles and Adan refilled one of his with remaining water. No one will convince me other wise, an angel looking out for me.
We finally crested the top and arrived at Lower Covington Flat and started out our funny gait and "ran". Unfortunately we both knew that our next destination was Upper Covington Flat and we knew what that meant . The axle nut on the wheel was only hanging on by a thread at this juncture. In our minds we were convinced some joker had moved the mile markers apart, each mile seemingly longer than the previous one. At ~ mile 32 we finally descended again, a long wash that lead to Black Rock Canyon. While we welcomed the downhill, the sand was deep and loose and the joker that was moving the mile markers was now moving them farther apart. A little while into the wash there was a junction for Eureka Peak, 2.5 miles in the other direction. I jokingly asked Adan if we wanted to take short detour and bag Eureka Peak. He answered that he didn't find that %#**@ing funny at all. That made me laugh pretty hard at my own joke, but almost immediately I suffered severed cramps that had me bent over, now Adan did think that was pretty funny! After a couple of agonizingly slow miles going down, I decided to the hell with it and cramps or no cramps, I'm going to run to put an end to this madness. It was very pretty running through the deep sand, dodging obstacles (most w/ a thorny reward), but it was getting me down the wash faster (I later learned that Adan was inspired by my attempt to run and he did likewise, only to be rewarded a short while later with a simultaneous multiple muscle group cramp that put him head first into the sand! I should also mention that Adan was having major problems with one of shoes as if couldn't have gotten any worse).
I finally made it to camp, much worse for the wear 10.5 hours after our start (for those that don't like math, sub 4 hours to the half way point, 6.5 hours for the second half . About 45 minutes later Adan arrived and I got a glimpse of what I must have looked like- not very damn good. Slowly my appetite came back and the more I ate and the more I drank, the better I felt. Sitting around the campfire I'd occasionally let out a yell as I mistakenly would try and cross my leg or other such move that would lock my leg(s) into a violent cramp. But eventually all the woes were washed away and we moved on to already starting to plan on our next adventure.
