Monthly Archives: September 2011

Just for Fun Friday: The-Berryman-Is-Here Edition

We will be leaving for The Berryman Adventure in just a couple of hours. What’s the best way to get ready for this race? By making a last minute trip to Alpine Shop since I couldn’t find my map case and since Casey needed new socks.


We didn’t really have time for this, but we decided to skip our naps so we would be sure we’d have all of the mandatory gear. At least Otis had fun.


Bob is teaming up with Travis Hammons to conquer the 12 hour race, and Casey and I are going to attempt the 36 hour race. It should be… uh… fun.

If you wanna keep track of Casey and I during the 36 hour race make sure you go here.  Seriously, please log on and leave some words of encouragement. We’re really going to need your support.

Okay, I better stop writing this. I need to find my trail shoes… And my headlamp… And the keys to the Virtus Van… And my bike…

Anyway, wish us luck and please make sure you check out the online coverage.

“Fast” Fun at the Wakarusa Off Road Challenge 2011

Last year I had an absolute blast at the Wakarusa Off-Road Challenge in Lawrence, KS.  I didn’t exactly do that well, but it was a super-fun race and a fantastic weekend with my family (you can read about last year’s experience right here).  I couldn’t convince anyone else to go last year, but I just had to bring some of my homies this year.  So I teamed up with my friend, Phil Wehmeyer of Snail Trail infamy, and fellow Virtusan Rusty Sapp decided to do the race as a solo.  All of our families joined us for a weekend of camping as well which turned a great race into an even greater weekend.

Wakarusa Off-Road Challenge

The rest of Team Virtus was unfortunately unable to attend, and they really missed out on a ridiculously fun race.  Bob had a family weekend planned, Robby was too busy poring through his vintage film collection, Darin was studying for an exam, Drew was hungover, Casey still refuses to move to MO, and Adam… Well, Adam was fired for not having a legitimate excuse.

We all arrived at Clinton State Park at different times.  After setting up the camper and bidding everyone good night, we went to bed around 11:30 PM.  Getting up the next morning at 5:45 AM with 4 kids wasn’t very much fun, but all things considered, the morning went smoothly.  We made our way into Lawrence, parked the vehicles, and went to register and stage our canoe (for Phil and myself), kayak (for Rusty), and our bikes.

The Sapps at the Wakarusa Challenge

Addie workin' hard to support her hubby.

As we were on our way to the boat ramp, we ran into our friends Susy and Connie (aka The Golden Girls) who were volunteering at the race.  It was great to see their smiling faces.  Before we got back from the boat ramp, my daughter Mabel lost a tooth.  Well… Let me rephrase that.  She had a loose tooth that was barely hanging on.  When Sydney, Phil’s daughter, heard about the loose tooth, she offered to pull it.  Mabel declined her offer, but then Sydney grabbed Mabes, jammed her hand in her mouth and the tooth popped right out.  Apparently we missed all the excitement.

Mabel's missing tooth

Despite being assaulted and all of the blood, Mabel was pumped about loosing a tooth.

Mabel was worried that the Tooth Fairy wouldn’t find her since we were camping out of state.  And here is Della’s reaction to the whole ordeal:

Cross-eyed Della

Della: "I'm never telling Sydney that I have a loose tooth."

We warmed up a little but not enough… When am I going to learn that lesson?  During the pre-race meeting, I had to make one last run to the Port-a-Potty.  I told Phil to listen closely so I wouldn’t miss any key details.  Then we all got ready to start, and we positioned ourselves in the front of the middle part of the mass start.

Start of the 2011 Wakarusa Off Road Challenge

No, that's not me running up to the starting line. I finished taking care of business with time to spare.

Jason said go.  We went.  And we went out too fast.  Well, it was too fast for me.  Phil is faster than I am on foot, and I know he wanted to push the pace early so we wouldn’t get caught behind slower riders going into the single track.  The first mile was on an old Rail Trail called the Levee Trail (I think), and I’d say we were running around a 7:30 mile or so.  Rusty was running right behind me up until we turned into the single track for the run back to our bikes.  Right before we headed into the woods, Rusty passed us, and I started to hurt.  If I stayed at this pace, my race was going to fall apart quickly.  So I backed off.

People began to pass us as we began the 1.2 -ish mile trail run back to the transition area (TA).  Phil thought I was right behind him, so he kept going at a pace too fast for me.  Eventually he realized that it was some other dude in a white hat behind him, and he then waited for me to catch up.  I was definitely not feeling the run.  My cardio felt fine,  but my legs were just laughing at me.  They simply felt dead (pretty much like they did last year).  Maybe I should have warmed up more.  We finished the 2.2 mile run roughly 20 minutes, and Rusty finished it in roughly 18 minutes.

As Phil and I trotted over to our bikes, our families cheered us on.  It was great to have a cheering sections again.  Rusty had already hopped on his bike and was out of sight.

Rusty Biking at the Wakarusa Challenge

Rusty was smokin' us!

We transitioned to the bikes and took off on the Levee Trail.  Phil was hammering down on the pedals, and I was trying to keep up.  My legs were still laughing at me.  It was starting to piss me off, to be honest.  I know Phil wanted to get in front of as many riders as possible on the Levee Trail while we still had plenty of room to pass.  And I know he REALLY wanted to get in front of our friend Noelle and her teammate.  We ended up passing a lot of people, including Noelle and her teammate, before hopping onto the single track.

Oh the single track… The sweet, sweet single track.  This was BY FAR the best part of the race.  My legs stopped laughing at me, we passed a few riders quickly, and then we fell into a groove.  The single track at the River Trail in Lawrence is one of the most fun trails I’ve been on.  It’s not technical at all, there are no climbs to speak of, but it’s just super-fast, flowy trail with banked turns and berms.  I felt like we were flat-out flying!  We made it back to the TA, and we finished the 8.5-ish miles (4 of that on the rail trail) in 39 minutes (including our transition time), and Rusty finished it in 39 minutes as well.

We immediately headed back out onto the single track for some more fun on the bikes.  The next 8.5 miles or so of single track were just as fun as the first bike leg.  I seriously can’t tell you how much fun it was.  I felt like I was actually a fast rider for once in my life, if that tells you anything.  The trail is so fun, that we’re planning a Team Virtus trip to Lawrence to ride, camp, and do whatever else may happen when all of us get together.  But you know what they say about Kansas… What happens in Kansas… No wait… No one says that about Kansas, do they?

Phil and I rode by the fams again on our way to the TA.  We quickly transitioned and headed for the canoe.  We had no idea where Rusty was, but the Virtus Wives assured us that he was only a few minutes in front of us.  We later found out that we finished the second bike leg (all of it on single track) in 42 minutes, as did Rusty.  So he was roughly 2 minutes ahead of us.

Transition Area at Wakarusa Off Road Challenge

Holy Crap! That single track was fun!

We were both smiling and giggling like little school-girls over how much fun the bike legs were.  We jogged over to our canoe, put our PFD’s on, grabbed our paddles, and then the race got even better!  As we were carrying the canoe down to the river, we ran into the one and only Derrick Boos from Orange Lederhosen who was volunteering.  He offered us a beer which we gladly accepted.  Could this race get any better?  Perfect weather, great single track, and free beer?  We later learned that we were the only two to accept Derrick’s gracious offer of free beer.  That’s just hard to believe.  Very disappointing.

Beer and Canoes at Wakarusa Challenge

Phil was clearly very happy, and I was too busy to smile... I was thirsty!

Last year’s paddling leg was awful.  I was alone, kneeling in the middle of a 17 foot aluminum canoe with a too-short kayak paddle.  I posted one of the slowest paddling times last year.  This year was much better.  We had two in the canoe so I could actually sit on the seat in the stern, I borrowed Bob’s paddle that was much longer, and we had two people paddling which makes a big difference.

Paddling the Kansas River at Wakarusa Challenge

This is Rusty taking off on the paddling leg a few minutes ahead of us.

We made decent time on the river.  We only got passed by a guy in a racing kayak within the first 2o seconds of getting on the water.  We passed a team or two, but by the time we reached the take out at Mud Creek, there were a handful of kayaks and canoes behind us.  We also thought we could see Rusty a short distance in front of us.

Sure enough, it was Rusty about 50 yards ahead of us taking his kayak out of the water.  He finished the 4.2 mile paddling leg in 53 minutes, and we finished it in 51 minutes.  So, if you’ve been following along, we were all pretty much right where we started – all together again.  But that didn’t last long.  By the time we carried our canoe to the top of the boat ramp and took off our PFD’s, Rusty was out of sight again.

All that stood between us and a glorious middle-of-the-pack finish was 4.1 miles of trail running.  My legs began laughing at me again. (Stupid legs!)  It wasn’t nearly as bad as last year, though, since I didn’t have to kneel in the middle of the canoe this time.  I tried to keep up with Phil, but it wasn’t going to happen.  He let me lead then, and we tried to keep a coed team within reach.

We eventually passed the team in front of us, but then I really started hurting the last mile of the race.  My nipples were becoming seriously chaffed.  I didn’t want to ruin my awesome jersey with bloody nipples, so I unzipped it almost completely.  I apologize  to anyone that may have seen my nearly shirtless body.  I hope the blindness didn’t last too long.

Phil kept pushing me, and we were only passed by 3 or 4 teams right at the end. I was really glad to be done.  As I crossed the finish line, I saw our friend Josh Perkins from Team Wahoo running toward us.  He was grinning like a mad man.  Was he going to hug me?!?!  Nope…

Finish Line at Wakarusa Off Road Challenge

That's Josh in all black running at us like a lunatic.

Josh was not handing out hugs at all.  He completely douched me in the face with ice-cold water.  It was quite a shock, yet curiously satisfying.

Splashed at Wakarusa

The aftermath of getting "Wahooed."

Phil felt left out, so Josh then nailed Phil in the face with some Gatorade for good measure.  We finished the 4.1 mile trail run in 43 minutes, and Rusty finished it in 41 minutes.  Our official finishing time was 3:15:35 – which was good enough for 11th place out of 32 two-person male teams and 38th out of 89 teams and solos overall.  Rusty finished in 3:13:30 – good enough for 21st out of 33 solo males and 33rd out of 89 overall.

We feasted on pizza and soda, provided by Bonk Hard Racing.  We hung around and chatted with Josh and Jason from Wahoo, Derrick and Emma from Lederhosen, and our wives of course.  Our kids were busy building a shelter out of sticks.

Big thanks to Jason and Laura of Bonk Hard Racing and to all of the volunteers.  This was a great race that went off without a hitch just like all of the Bonk Hard events (a nice breath of fresh air after the Lionheart Adventure Race Fiasco – report coming soon, I swear!), and we all had an amazingly great time.  I said it last year, and I’ll say it again.  YOU HAVE TO DO THIS RACE NEXT YEAR!!!

We all went back to Clinton State Park, showered up, and spent the rest of the weekend camping with great friends.  I’ll leave you with some random photos from the weekend so you can see how much fun you missed.


Phil and Shelly

Becca and Luke at Wakarusa

My waaaaay better half and me

Finishing the Wakarusa Challenge

Look at our faces. I promise we had more fun than you.

Boat Ramp at Wakarusa

Rusty heading down to the river.

Lyd at Wakarusa

Lydia - Flower Power

Ote at Wakarusa

Otis was a filthy mess by the end of the day.

Skills Park at Clinton State Park

Kole, Rusty, and Sean (all Chicago Bears fans) at the Bike Skills Trail in Clinton State Park. I GOTTA go there next time.

Seriously… Make plans now to do this race next year.  I’m looking at YOU Bob, Adam, Drew, Darin, Robby, Casey, Kate, Travis, and anyone else that has actually read this far.

Bob’s Excellent Adventure

Last Friday, I finally scratched one more “To-do” off of my bucket list. For years, I’ve wanted to paddle the Missouri River to Hermann. I had originally wanted to camp overnight on a gravel bar somewhere, but with all the rain this year that hasn’t been an option.

The first thing I noticed when I got to the boat ramp was a giant barge moving upstream. It was kicking up huge waves and making me nervous.

It's absolutely disgusting how small these waves look in the photo. Total bullshit

 I let the water calm down for a good ten minutes before shoving off into the “Old Muddy”.

 I couldn’t believe I was finally doing it, I’d been afraid of this river most of my adult life, but now I was out here by myself. No cell phone, no team-mates to drag me to shore if things went sour, and no way in hell my mom was gonna find out about it until the paddle was over.

The water was still a bit choppy from the barge, but after about 5 minutes soon I was far enough away that the waves were no longer a problem. The weather forecast was pretty grim, but for the moment it was sunny and pleasant.

View of the Capital while I was floating downstream

 I didnt take long to figure out that sand barges are the ruling force on this section of the river. Luck was on my side though, as all but one were resting peacefully along the bank.

I noticed right away that the MO river and the Katy Trail have a couple of things in common. Firstly, they’re both marked at each mile so you always know where you are. Secondly, everyone you encounter wants to know where you started from and where you’re going. People standing on ridgetops would call down to me, “Where did you start from?” It was crazy.

There must be a lot of money in sand. These guys are all over the place.

I dont know how far I had traveled when I saw a large red sign in the shape of a triangle. I figured it was a warning symbol of some kind, but didn’t see anything in the water. This wasn’t a mystery for very long..

For reasons still unknown to me, the water just beyond the sign erupted. There was a plume of water, lots of bubbles and a big-ass whirlpool. The sound alone was terrifying, it was like something straight out of a horror movie and it absolutely scared the shit out of me. It lasted about 3 seconds and then.. nothing. it was as though nothing had happened at all. Another few seconds went by and it all happened again.

 It was spooky, man..real spooky. Red triangles are not to be toiled with.

I’d say the hardest part of long distance paddling is being on your butt for extended perionds of time. I had a decent amount of pain in my hamstrings after a few hours, and tried to compensate by sitting cross-legged in the boat. This made the boat a bit unstable, but helped with the pain a LOT.

Mile marker

The closer I got to Hermann, the shittier the weather became. It was pretty obvious that I was gonna get rained on, but I decided to keep the ipod handy until things got ugly. Using the stopwatch on my ipod, I figured out that I was averaging (about) 9 minutes per mile. I dont know if that’s any good, but it seemed easy enough to hold that average and still be able to take in the sights and shoot some photos. I had forgotten my mileage map in the truck, but was fairly certain that Hermann was at the 100.8 mile mark. (This would later prove to be incorrect) 

The peacefulness of my surroundings made it easy to forget about work, bills and all of that everyday crap. I saw countless ducks, blue-heron cranes and even a young fawn grazing next to the water. I’ll admit that it got a bit monotonous at times, but it was definitely better than being at work.

Every now and then I’d catch a glimpse of the Katy Trail, which I found oddly comforting. One such time was as I was passing Portland.  The current kept turning the boat in odd directions, so this was the only (crappy) photo I could muster.

Obviously worried about dropping my ipod in the river

 I had to laugh out loud when I saw this thing right next to the water. This is the little shelter where Adam and I hid from the rain during our first Treloar trip. You know…the trip where he couldn’t hold his liquor and barfed up an $8 cheeseburger and fell through a giant hole in Luke’s hammock. It wasn’t even a double cheeseburger…what a pansy.

I've only got one thing to say to you, Adam..

I’d be lying if I told you I was keeping track of time out there. While the weather was nice, the miles flowed by and the world felt right. Before long I couldnt help but think my surroundings looked very familiar, as though I had been out here before. That’s when I realized I was at the confluence of the Osage River and the Missouri. I’ve fished in that spot dozens of times, but always from the safety of a much larger boat. I had never realized how turbulent the water gets when two rivers come together. I got a photo before I entering the riffled water ahead.

I'm pretty sure I caught my first spoonbill in this very spot.

 Just as the  rain was starting to fall, I made a mental note that there were still 10 miles to go til I got to the 100 mile mark. One last photo was taken, then the ipod went into a drybag.

I really need a waterproof camera..and a rainjacket

Those last 10 miles took an eternity. One thing I learned out there is that you can see for a long distance. At times I could see the next mile-marker even as I was passing the one right in front of me. This was a blessing and a curse, especially when the wind picked up and rain started soaking through my clothes. I paddled toward the same riverbend for at least 40 minutes, wondering if it wasn’t some kind of cruel mirage.

I passed the 101 mile mark, thinking that Hermann was at 100.8. Excitement poured through me, but was replaced with frustration when I passed the 100 mile marker 10 minutes later.

I was tired, hungry and ready to be done. I would periodically dip my hands in the warm river to fight the cold, then rub my legs to wake them up. The rain was letting up now, but had left behind a thick blanket of fog. I was still staring at that same damn riverbend, only now it was blanketed in fog. It was actually quite beautiful, but I wasnt in the mood for sightseeing anymore. The loud blast of a passing Amtrak startled me a bit, and when I looked back to the river I could see a bridge through the fog. It was the Hermann bridge.

I actually yelled out loud in joy, knowing I was nearly there. Of course, seeing the bridge still meant another 30 minutes of paddling. I didn’t care, all i had to do was paddle another mile or 2 and it was BEER THIRTY.  I paddled past the 99 mile marker, then the 98, then finally passed under the bridge and towards the boat ramp. Mission accomplished.

My brother was waiting for me at the end of the boat ramp. It was after 6, and I had told him I’d probably finish around 5. The first words out of his mouth: “You need to get a f**king cell phone.

And so we went to the local watering hole for victory beer and hotwings. It was a great day, I spent 45 miles on the Missouri River, then drank beer and ate hotwings with my little brother. Does it get any better than that?


Wakarusa Challenge is this Weekend!!!

Team Virtus will be there en masse, minus a few. Where will you be?

Wakarusa Off-Road Challenge


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