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(Mostly) Soloing the Perfect 10

**Note: This post was written by Luke with commentary added by Kate in Blue, Bob in Green, and Travis in Orange.**

By the end of the Perfect 10 Rogaine my feet were sore and beat to shit, I was fighting off cramps, and I was kinda lonely. Don’t get me wrong, though. It was an insanely fantastic day. It was just different than previous Perfect 10’s we’d done. Back in 2012, Bob, Kate and I ran the race together, and then at last year’s race, Kate and I teamed up and won a friendly bet against a team of Bob and Casey – a bet for which they still need to pay up, by the way.

Kate: But we have a plan for that, and it’s glorious.

But this year, Kate, Bob, Travis, and I decided to sign up as solos so we could all get some good navigation work on our own, rather than relying on each other.

The three of us dudes have had quite a bit of experience with navigation. At times, all three of us have been the lead navigator for our team. Kate, however, is the least experienced, and the Perfect 10 was to be her biggest solo effort to date. She was pretty nervous, but I knew she’d do fine. She’s come a LOOOOOONG way since her first navigational experience at The Deuce:

Map Check

Kate was just a newbie in this photo (and still in her 30’s).

Friday afternoon, Kate met up with Bob, and they then drove to my house. From there we hopped in the Virtus Van for the short road trip down to Lake of the Ozarks State Park. Of course we had to stop for Kate to get some pulled pork, and then we needed to make a pit stop for Bob to get some underwear and other supplies.

Bob: That chick in the background is totally scoping me out. And for the record, we were buying underwear because I was, (and still am), covered in poison ivy from the waist-down on all sides. And dang my hair looks good!


Bob is a part-time underwear model.

We then headed to the campground and drove around trying to find our friends from Team Alpine Shop and Wedali/Gear Junkie, but the we had no luck since the campground is so huge. We ended up picking a site near the entrance, and then we set up camp in the dark. We decided not to build a fire since it was pretty late, but we had to have one adult beverage together before bed. That’s when Bob made a startling discovery:

“I just realized I didn’t actually pack any food for the weekend.”

If only we had just been at a very large store that sells just about anything you might need for a weekend of camping and racing. You know, kind of like a Walmart. Oh, wait…

Travis: Or maybe if someone had been driving up the day of the race. Maybe they could have brought something. Oh well.

Beer for the Perfect 10 Rogaine Race

Priorities… Food or beer?

It just so happened that I had made a crap-ton of Feed Zone Portables, which I will review in a later post. Kate had extra food as well, so collectively we had plenty of food for all of us. Crisis averted. I guess Bob’s motto of “It’ll work itself out” – shortened to IWIO – still holds up.

Bob: You totally saved my ass. I was really surprised at how tasty those things are.

We went to bed a little too late since we’d be getting up at 5:45 AM, but that’s how Virtus rolls. We don’t spend enough time together, so we try to make the most of it when we do.

We met up with Travis, who drove up on his own the morning of the race, at race HQ for the check-in. Then we received our maps at 6:45. With a start time of 8:00, we got straight to work strategerizing our routes.

Route Planning at the Perfect 10 Rogaine Orienteering Race

Route planning. Photo Credit: Erin Santos

We each planned our routes separately, but Travis and Bob mapped out the same route while Kate and I had planned a different route that happened to be the same for the first 6 checkpoints, though it was . It only made sense for Travis and Bob to start together and likewise for Kate and me. At any time, however, we could separate if someone was faster than someone else.

Kate: I was really glad that someone else was going the same way I was.  I’m always shakiest in the beginning.

Travis: I was happy to be starting with Bob. I felt confident that I could navigate on my own, but since I don’t get to see my teammates very often I figured we would hang together until one of us was slowing the other down, or we decided on different route choices.

Team Virtus at the Perfect 10 Rogaine

Team Virtus at the Perfect 10 Rogaine. I love being the tallest one on the team.

Kate has been training her ass off, and I haven’t run in months… literally. She’s been running a lot, focusing on the upcoming Skippo Trail Race. So I was pretty sure she’d drop me quickly. I decided I’d try to stay with her as long as I could and as long as she didn’t mind me tagging along. Below is a shot of the first part of the map so all you Virtusites can follow along at home.


  • CP’s numbered 1 – 6 were worth 100 points (getting all 6 100 pointers gave you a 100 point bonus)
  • CP’s numbered 10 – 19 were worth 10 points
  • CP’s numbered 20 – 29 were worth 20 points
  • CP’s numbered 30 – 39 were worth 30 points
  • Total points available (including the bonus) = 1300
Parital Map for the Perfect 10 Rogaine Orienteering Race

Parital Map 1 (Southwest Section) for the Perfect 10 Rogaine (Click to enlarge and then click again to zoom)

Bob and Travis planned on heading east to CP 28 first and then heading counterclockwise. Kate and I had planned on going north to CP19 followed by CP’s 27, 26, 17, 25, and 16 before parting ways… if I could keep up.

Kate and I jogged most of the way to CP 19, and just to be a jerk, when we got close to the CP I ran ahead of Kate to get there first. I didn’t realize there was a photographer there, so that only made it better.

checkpoint 19 at the Perfect 10

Being the gentleman I am, I let Kate punch her passport first. (Photo Credit: Erin Santos)

From 19 we took the trail for a bit, running most of it, and then we bushwhacked up the spur to get CP 27. So far so good. From 27 we headed down to the road. We took the road to the creek south of 26. We followed the creek and then went up the reentrant to CP 26. Again, no problems.

Kate: Luke was doing the nav here, but I was following along on the map, and it was all making sense. That was a huge boost to my confidence, even if I needed a few reminders about orienting my map.

We were ahead of Wedali/Gear Junkie!!!!… Sort of.

We got to CP 26 just before Erl and Andrei from Gear Junkie/Wedali, one of the top teams in the nation. Erl was a good sport about posing for a photo of Team Virtus being “in front” of them. Yes, we got to CP 26 before they did, but they had already gotten WAY more points than we had at that point. They were way ahead of us in the race, but it was fun pretending we were awesome for a minute.

Kate: We’re always awesome; we’re just not that fast.

So happy to be

So happy to be “ahead” of Gear Junkie/Wedali.

From 26 we headed northwest to the trail and then ran the trail to CP 17. I was feeling surprisingly good so far, but I’m sure Kage was just taking it easy on me. I know I wouldn’t have run nearly as much as I did if I hadn’t been with Kate.

Kate: I was perfectly happy with our pace. No point in sprinting at the beginning of a 10 hour race (not for me, anyway).

From 17 we took the trail north until it crossed the creek and turned northeast. We bushwhacked toward CP 25 at the pond. Along the way we found an abandoned picnic area complete with picnic tables and a monstrously big BBQ grill. We are Team Virtus so we obviously stopped for photos.

Kage at one of the old picnic tables.

Kage at one of the old picnic tables.

abandoned bbq grill at the Perfect 10 Rogaine

If only there really were some burgers and ribs on this baby.

We got CP 26 and then headed to our last CP that we’d get together, CP 16. We followed the creek down to the road to the west. Then we decided to bushwhack across and up the spur to 16, cutting out some distance on the road. It wasn’t long, though, before we reached an old fence line. I was ready to cross the fence at a low spot when Kate said, “Oh, wait. This is private property.”

Kate: If you look at Alpine Shop’s maps, they always block out the private property. We need to start doing that, because all of those red lines kind of run together on the map, especially when you’re in a hurry.

A quick look at the map confirmed this, and Kate saved me from breaking the rules. So we backtracked to the road and after going the long way around we found CP 16 with no problem at about the same time as our friends from Boom Boom Pow. We headed west to the road and then north to the road junction where Kate struck out on her own, moving west to get CP’s 15, 14, 37, 24, and 5 (see the map below) before heading to the northwest section of the map. You can read her account of the Perfect 10 right here.

Partial Map 2 for Perfect 10 Rogaine

Partial Map 2 (West Section) of the Perfect 10 Rogaine

After wishing Kate good luck, I headed north (see the map below). At the second church, I headed west for CP 3, my first 100-pointer. I hesitated once, questioning if I had gone too far, but after going a little farther I walked right to it. That’s always a good feeling.

Partial Map 3 of the Perfect 10 Rogaine

Partial Map 3 (Northeast Section) of the Perfect 10 Rogaine

From CP 3, I hopped back on the road and went to CP 12 which was also a water drop. It was obvious that no one else had been to this water drop CP yet. Either that or no one else had take any water. The cases of water were untouched. This made me doubt my route planning.

I refilled two water bottles, ate a Feed Zone rice cake, and was on my way again to CP’s 21 and then 11. I didn’t have any trouble with either of these, but on my way to CP 32, following the ridge top, I think I must have gone down the wrong reentrant.

After searching for a little bit, I realized I had gone too far north. I circled back to start again from the top of the hill to the northeast of the CP. That’s where I ran into Bob and Travis. I let out a, “CaCaw! CaCaw!” as I approached. Since their planned routes were the same up to this point, they had remained together. They were taking a short break, so I decided to join them. I was really happy to see them.

Resting on my knees as I drank a Spike energy drink, my left hamstring cramped badly. It came out of nowhere, and I ended up face down on the ground, spilling my Spike all over my arm. My teammates immediately rushed to help me, and by that I mean they sat there and laughed at me.

Travis: I was very suprised to see Luke, and even more so by his direction of travel, since it was the same way we had just came in. As misfortunate as it was for Luke to cramp, it was incredibly funny to watch.

Once the cramping eased up, I slammed a serving of The Right Stuff. It tasted, as Bob likes to say, “like the Devil’s ball sweat.” Although I’ve never actually tasted the Devil’s ball sweat, I imagine that’s a pretty accurate comparison. But the stuff really works. It tastes awful, but it stopped my cramps almost immediately for the next couple of hours. I only wish I’d brought more than one pouch.

Bob: It’s odd that Satan’s ballsweat could cure cramps, but the flavor of that stuff has me convinced it can only be the ballsweat of the devil or a mythical beast.

Taking a break at the perfect 10 orienteering race.

It was great to see these two jamokes.

At this point, I only had 230 points while they each had over 400 points. They were kicking my ass, and their route choice offered them many more options than mine did. Once again I questioned my route.

From here, the three of us got CP 32 together with no problems. We said our good byes and went our separate ways. I headed to CP 2 next. Bob and Travis had warned me that it was a bit tricky.

After my mistake trying to get CP 32, I was extra cautious trying to get CP 2. I was a little too cautious, second-guessing myself a lot and chewing up time by being so careful. I was stopped at a creek trying to make sure I knew exactly where I was when a coed team confirmed I was headed towards 2. Even with their assurance, though, I had a little bit of trouble finding it.

Travis: With the clue being a spur CP2 was definitely more difficult than one would think. Mostly due to the fact that the spur was rather poor in my opinion.

From 2 I went up and up and up the spur to the junction of Highways 42 and 134. From there, it was an easy shot to CP 13, and from there I headed south down the reentrant toward CP 35.

This is where having a teammate would have helped. I felt like I was walking forever to get to this checkpoint. I almost turned around no less than 5 times, pausing each time to make sure I knew where I was and where I was going. I probably wasted 10 minutes doing this, and it would have been nice to have someone with me to discuss where we were and what to do.

It was a big relief to finally find 35 without turning around or backtracking. My confidence was a bit shaken at this point, though. I didn’t feel sure of myself as I headed back to highway 42 and then down the reentrant toward CP 23.

Unfortunately, I went into the woods too early and hiked down the wrong reentrant. By the time I realized what I had done, it didn’t seem worth it to go back and get a 20-pointer. So I continued down the creek bed to the private property line where there was a fence.

From there I bushwhacked along the fence line even though the other side of the fence was awfully tempting. In this case the grass truly was green on the other side. It was a wide open field that had been mowed recently. But The Virtus Code would not allow me to cheat even though no one would be the wiser. So I kept bushwhacking through the brush of the State Park.

Once I hit the gravel road, it was a quick jaunt up the reentrant to find CP 4, another 100-pointer. Getting that one so easily bolstered my confidence again as I followed the road up the hill to Highway 42 once more.

Travis: CP4 was almost too easy to be a 100 pointer.

This has nothing to do with this part of the race report, but it’s a great shot of Travis and I needed to break up all the writing with a photo.

At this point I was almost out of water, and I could feel the cramps threatening to come back every time I had to step over a downed tree or other obstacle. From the highway I could go out of my way to the water drop at CP 18 and hope there was still water there or I could skip the 10 points and stick to my plan by going for CP 36.

I opted to skip 18 and the water drop, hoping to fill up in a creek later. I found 36 easily and headed down the trail toward CP 6. Shortly after the trail crossed the road, I found enough water in the creek to fill my bottles. I popped an iodine tablet into each bottle and kept moving.

I decided to follow the fence line of the airport to the “Beacon” before heading south again. This was a bit of a calculated risk. Last year Kate and I had bushwhacked on this side of the airport and it was very slow going. The brush was super thick, and in spots there were big rocks under the tall grass that threatened to break your ankle with one false step. At this point in the race, I hoped others had taken this route, beating down an easier path for me.

It was great to see not only a beaten path, but much less brush and overgrowth here than last year. I definitely saved some distance by choosing this route, and I think I saved some time as well.

From the Beacon, I headed south and picked up the trail again. From where the trail turns southwest, I headed into the woods and down the reentrant. I walked right to CP 6, notching another 100-pointer.

I headed down the reentrant and picked up what used to be a trail that still happened to be there. I ran most of this flat trail, taking a few walk breaks. My legs and feet hurt, but they didn’t hurt any worse when running.

I took the reentrant to the east of CP 28, and I climbed the less steep part of the spur to the top. The clue was “Bluff Top,” so I knew I wanted to attack it from above instead of below. After a long, fairly steep climb which sapped my energy, I was rewarded with a great view of the Grand Glaize Arm of the Lake where the CP was hung on the top of a cliff. It was beautiful, and I should have taken a photo. I didn’t feel like digging in my pack, though, so you’ll have to take my word for it. It would have been nice to have a teammate there with me to share the view.

At this point I had about 45 minutes left before the 10-hour cutoff after which I’d start losing points. I was pretty sure I had enough time to head south for CP 29, but that was only if I didn’t make any mistakes. It looked easy enough, but I was tired and lonely. I kept arguing with myself over whether or not to go for it.

As I neared highway 134, I heard a “CaCaw! CaCaw!” It was Travis walking along the road, and it was great to see him. He and Bob had split up a couple hours previously. Neither of us really wanted to go for CP29, so we hiked into the finish line together, jogging the last 30 yards or so. We crossed the finish line in 9 hours and 24 minutes.

Travis: At this point I had been on my own for approx. 4 hrs, hit several cps with great success, but was in pretty sad shape. An old ankle injury was acting up and two large blisters on the bottom of my toes of my right foot were killing me. Once I had hit that road I was just marching to the finish. In hindsight I basically walked right past CP27 but my only concern was to make it back before 6pm. I was definitely happy to see Luke come right on the road as I passed.

Travis posed for a photo at the finish line, and when the photographer kept asking him to smile, I assured her that he was indeed smiling.

Travis at the finish of the Perfect 10.

Not quite the Thousand-Mile-Stare but not quite a smile either. Photo Credit Mary Welter

I posed for a photo, and then we both posed for a photo together. Even though we only got one CP together, it was pretty cool to finish with one of my teammates.

Luke and Travis at the Perfect 10 Finish

Happy to be done, and yes, that’s a pretty good smile from Travis. Photo Credit: Mary Welter

Travis and I went to our vehicles to change clothes. As I was getting out of my stank-ass jersey, Bob came running into the finish line. He looked like he’d been pushing the pace pretty hard, but he also looked strong.

Travis: I was happy to see Bob come running in because when I left him he had big ambitions and I didnt want him to be late.

Bob: Those ambitions were quickly snuffed out by failure, but I did still manage to pick up a few small pointers on my way back to the Finish.

Bob at the finish of the Perfect 10

Sweaty but happy. Photo Credit: Mary Swelter

We brought a few beers back to the shelter and loaded up a plate of delicious BBQ, baked beans, and cheesy potatoes. We stuffed our bellies and cheered others in as we waited for Kage. It wasn’t long before she came running across the finish line.

Kage finishing the Perfect 10.

Ladies and gentlemen, what I’m about to show you is one of the rarest things you will ever see. You see, I’m a bit of a photo ninja (just ask Bob about the photo I took of “Powder” at the god-awful Lionheart Race). As Kage was telling some hilarious account of her race, I managed to snap this incredible shot:

Travis smiling.

Proof that MC Hammons can and does (occasionally) really smile.

Getting a photo like this is sort of like shooting Sasquatch. Only I have done both, but the Sasquatch shooting is a tale for another day.

Travis: Yes I can smile. No I am not grumpy, I just choose not to be as expressive with my feelings I guess. LOL. 

Bob: Yes, Travis is the strong and silent type. Just like my farts.


We all swapped stories of our successes and failures as we shared many laughs over great food and a few beers. It turns out that Bob and Kate struggled a little more than they would have liked, but we all had a great day.

Full results can be found here, but the results of the four of us Virtusans are as follows:

  • Kage – 310 points – 9:43:37 – 3rd (out of 3) in her division and 47th overall
  • Bob – 500 points – 9:33:11 – 8th in his division and 33rd overall
  • Travis – 610 points – 9:24:30 – 6th in his division and 27th overall
  • Luke – 650 points – 9:24:28 – 5th in his division and 24th overall

After the awards ceremony, we all headed back to the campsite. We showered up and sat around the fire. By the time everyone was cleaned up, we were sadly too exhausted to go find all our AR friends at their campsite to hang out. So we just sat around our campfire, drinking some good beer and honey whiskey while laughing our asses off like we always do. Some of us even did some campfire yoga:

campfire yoga

Campfire Yoga – a new trend sweeping the nation.

The story doesn’t end there, though. We woke up the next morning way too early, packed up, and headed out for breakfast. We went back to Stewart’s and it was fan-frickin’-tastic.

Travis: Attempting to eat all that was almost painful.

gravy breakfast

Three “Diet Plates” and an order of Biscuits & Gravy.

After breakfast, Travis headed back home as Bob, Kate, and I went back to the course to look for her Garmin GPS watch that she had lost. She assured us that she was almost positive she knew where she had dropped it: near CP 22 by a downed log where she sat to get something out of here shoe.

Travis: I wish I would have felt up to going with you guys to look for the Garmin, but at that point I could barely walk on my ankle.

Bob: Painfully awesome.

It turns out there were only 4 million downed logs in this area. Unfortunately, we didn’t find her watch, but Kage managed to find a weird, creepy skull that my son can use to scare his sisters.

skull and feathers

Cool skull, and we also found two feathers.

We made our way back to the Virtus Van and drove home to end a wonderful weekend. From all of us at Team Virtus, we’d like to thank Bonk Hard Racing for putting on another top-notch, must-do-every-year event. We’ll be back next year, though I think we all agree that we won’t be doing it solo.

Next up for us is the Castlewood 8-hour Adventure Race in November. Rumor has it that Team Virtus will be rockin’ some sweet new kits. So stay tuned for that.

All Good Ass Kickings Must Come to an End – Part 3 of the Berryman Adventure Race Report

**NOTE** This race report was written by Casey and is presented in black text.  Luke added some comments and are presented to you in Blue, and Casey added a few additional comments in green.  This is the conclusion to our story, and in case you missed the first two parts, you’ll want to be sure to get caught up by reading Part 1 right here and Part 2 right here.

THE PADDLE – Fog, Hallucinations, and Narcolepsy

After some discussion, we decided that Luke would man the bow of the canoe and I’d pilot our craft from the stern. Part of this logic was due to Luke’s adept skills at reading rivers. He does a great job of directing us to the deeper water, which is very important when your boat is carrying the load that is Team Virtus.

Luke: That and Casey is very good in the stern of a canoe even though it pains me to admit that.

Casey:  Thanks.  That means a lot coming from the team captain.  Seriously.

Luke: I’m not the captain.

As the temperature continued to drop, we carried our canoe into the river and climbed into the boat. We were ready to rock the paddle section and make up some ground. We shoved off, took two strokes and were beached on the gravel in a shallow section of the river. Seriously? Way to read the river Luke (there was no other choice). In hindsight, we probably should have carried our boat across the off-shoot of the river, over the gravel bar, and launched on the other, deeper side. However, we were unwilling to admit our error and were just too stubborn to get out of the canoe just yet, so we manhandled the boat and pushed our way into deeper waters as the fog began to thicken.

Night Paddle at Berryman Adventure Race

Not a great start, but we were on our way.

We were off… Now it was time to make up some ground. We were doing great, and Luke was reading the river like a good book and directing our course well for about 10-15 minutes. Then the thicker fog rolled in and limited our visibility to anywhere from 3 to 25 feet (usually less than 10 feet). There were times that I could barely see Luke sitting in the front of the canoe. It looked kind of spooky and was beautiful and fun to paddle through. However, it was very difficult and slow to race through. We were literally feeling our way down the river. Luke would call out, “ROCK” or “LOG” only milliseconds before we crashed into it or slid over it, hoping that we wouldn’t tip. Just as we were getting used to the foggy, nighttime canoe navigation and beginning to move a little quicker by trusting the river gods to keep us dry, it happened again…


We wondered where you have been…

We hoped and prayed that you were done with us…

That’s right. That SOB had climbed up and made himself comfortable perched atop Luke’s shoulders.  It sort of looked like this:

Sleep Monster on my back

Luke's abs are much nicer, but you get the idea.

Luke: I would like to include this disclaimer: What you are about to read may or may not have happened.  I cannot verify nor deny most of the events as they are described below.

Casey:  They happened and they happened exactly as they are written in this report.

Luke became quiet, listed from side to side, and almost fell out of the boat. It looked as if he would wake up just in time to keep himself upright and us out of the river. Luke was a trooper and pushed through the ordeal as best as he could. He was bound and determined to make it through the paddle. We ventured onward.

His struggle with the sleep monster continued. He would paddle, stop, and lean over the edge of the boat, then startle himself awake and sit upright once again. It was the bike ride all over again, only it was getting worse. He was no longer able to read the river in his mentally clouded state. Hell, he could barely paddle. I guess we had made a fortuitous decision to put him in the bow. I can’t imagine how horrific things would have gone had he been in the stern when the sleep monster attacked.

Luke: In my defense, I couldn’t exactly read the river before the Sleep Monster attacked me again.  The fog was ridiculous.

Falling asleep in a canoe at the Berryman Adventure Race

Luke is clearly not paddling here.

I talked to him and asked him to call out which side of the river we needed to be on. He asked me how he was supposed to do this. How did he know which side we needed to be on? I told him to keep us on the side with the steeper banks and away from the gravel beaches. He said ok. Then our canoe squealed and moaned in pain as we hit the rocks and gravel, beached again. Luke was in no shape to hop out and back into the canoe so I hopped out, pushed us to deeper waters and jumped back in.

This happened several more times. Luke was just unable to make sense of what he could see of the river, and I could hardly see anything from behind Luke due to the fog and the darkness. We tried all permutations of possible lighting options – Both lights on, both lights off, my light on/Luke’s light off, Luke’s light on/my light off, Luke’s light on the bow of the canoe. We eventually left Luke’s headlamp on and mine off. This reduced the glare on the fog and shadows and enabled me to see a bit of the river and do some navigation based on what I could see from the stern.

This worked pretty well except for the times that Luke turned his head to look at something at one side of the river or another. I’d call out and ask him to center his headlamp. This happened one time and Luke corrected the beam of light pretty quickly. Then a few seconds later, his light (our only light) was pointing into the bottom of our canoe and Luke was asleep in the boat. I asked him what was to our right.

CASEY: “Luke! What’s that! I hear fast water! Is that a tree!? Which way!”

LUKE: “Huh? (raising his head) TREE LOOKOUT, GO LEFT”

And we paddled hard trying to move our craft to the left side of the obstacle… with no luck. We slammed into a little strainer and it was all we could do to keep the boat upright. We pushed the canoe back against the strong current, but we just couldn’t get our canoe clear of the obstacle. The gunwale of the canoe was pinned under one of the roots.  We were stuck. Water was splashing over the side. The canoe was taking more water and it looked like we might dump it. Then Luke quickly, instinctively, hopped out of the canoe into the shallower water near the bow and pulled us free and to safety. Nice job! We were a little wet but still upright. This gave Luke a much needed shot of adrenaline and woke him up for a bit.

Luke: I vaguely remember this happening.

Canoeing at night at the Berryman Adventure Race

We actually had to lift the canoe and tip it over to get rid of all of the water we had taken on.

He was back to attempting to read the river. He asked me how to let me know where to go. I told him to call out “River Right” or “River Left” and we’d go that way. He struggled with this concept… He asked, “Do I call ‘River Right’ to go to the right or ‘River Left’ to go to the right and avoid the obstacle on the left? Does River Right mean go right or that there is an obstacle on our right?”

Luke: I remember being very confused, and Casey just wasn’t making sense at all.

After much discussion and several attempts of explaining what I was trying to say (I thought that it was all on Luke but in hindsight I might have been nearing the edge as well), we finally came up with some new verbage for this paddle. Luke would call out “Beach Left” or “Beach Right” and I would take us where we needed to go.  And it worked. He’d call out the location of the shallow water, or beach, and I’d pilot us to the other side, which in most cases led us to deeper water.

I then tried to teach Luke the verbage that Bob and I use when in a canoe together. I said if you need me to move just a little left or right just say “Tickle Left” or “Tickle Right.”  This blew Luke’s mind…  Tickle what?…Who?…How?…Tickle?   I dropped the whole tickle-talk, and we stuck with the “Beach Left/Beach Right” call-outs.  K.I.S.S. –> We had to keep it simple.

Luke: My brain was simply not working.  Nothing made sense to me.  And I mean NOTHING.

We were making decent time and avoided the shallow areas that would beach us and slow us down. This worked well as long as Luke could stay awake and cognizant.  He was fighting a good fight against the sleep monster.

Luke would say, “Why can’t I stay awake?! It doesn’t make sense. I am paddling and falling asleep! How can I fall asleep while I’m moving?!?!”

He couldn’t understand why he was falling asleep while actively paddling. He was getting mad at himself for his inability to beat the Sleep Monster. After some discussion, we decided it was in our best interest and probably safer if we stopped for a quick nap. We pulled over on this nice little gravel bar and made ready to take a quick nap.

Luke:  All I wanted to do was sleep.  I’ve NEVER been more sleepy in my life.  My mind and body were just completely shutting down.  I had been up since 7:00 AM on Friday morning, and it was now roughly 3:30 AM on Sunday morning. That’s 44+ hours with no sleep.  In hindsight, we probably should have napped earlier in the race.

Casey:  Hind sight is 20/20.  I agree with Luke.  A 15-20 minute nap probably would have ended up saving us more time than it would have  cost us.

We drug our canoe entirely out of water and onto the gravel bar.  We wanted to be sure it would be there when we awoke.  Then we burrowed down into the gravel, used our life jackets as pillows and prepared for some much-needed shuteye. I set the alarm on my watch for 30 minutes and stuck the watch under the band of my headlight so that it rested on my left ear. I then dug out my mandatory cell phone and set the alarm on it and slipped it under my headlamp’s headband on the other side and rested the speaker on my right ear. Hopefully, one of these alarms would wake me up, and we could finish our race.

Getting ready to sleep on a gravel bar at the Berryman Adventure

Setting the alarm and hoping it was loud enough.

As we were getting comfortable, I noticed how clear the sky was. The fog was mostly on the river, and from the gravel bar, I could see the sky clearly and the stars were amazing. They were so bright that it looked almost fake, like I was at the planetarium. As I tried to get comfortable and drift off to sleep, I heard thunder in the distance and saw some lightning. How could that be? The sky was so clear, you could see everything. Then I heard Luke ask me…

LUKE: “Dude, do you think we should keep going? We should probably get off the river if it’s going to start lightning.”

His logic made sense to me.  Water + electricity in a metal boat…  Yeah, we should get going.

CASEY: “I am good to go if you want to. It’s your call man.”

LUKE: “We should get going.  What if it starts lightning, and they come and pull us off the river. I don’t want to get short-coursed or get a DNF.”

Gravel Nap at Berryman Adventure

Not wanting to get up... At all.

I didn’t want to get short-coursed  or a DNF either. Could they do that? Did they have any idea of where we were? Could they get to us? Could they short-course us?  That would suck.  I didn’t want to be an unofficial finisher again (Lionheart race report coming soon).

CASEY: “Yeah, that would suck. We better get up and get going. “

Luke: The gravel felt luxuriously comfortable, and I desperately needed to sleep.  The last thing in the world I wanted to do was get back up and keep racing, but I guess my desire to finish this race was stronger than my desire to sleep.  Standing back up to continue the paddle in the cold fog without taking a nap is one of the hardest things I’ve done in any race thus far.

So, the nap that we so desperately wanted and needed would elude us yet again. We packed up, climbed into the canoe, and set off into the thick fog once again. Luke started out doing a great job. He was paddling hard and commanding the canoe from the bow…

“Beach Left…

Beach Right…

Log in the middle…

Brace yourself.”

We were making decent time, and then something that I had read about and was looking forward to some day experiencing happened right before my eyes. Well, at least right before Luke’s eyes…

LUKE: “Holy crap, Did you see that?”

CASEY: “See what?” And I looked around and ahead into the fog, hoping to avoid an obstacle that I feared would tip us. What had he seen?

LUKE: “That floating Samurai face, kind of like on Scooby Doo. It was awesome.” He said with a big silly smile on his face.

CASEY: “No, there was no face Luke. You doing all right?”

LUKE: “All right? This is awesome. It’s like I am drunk and high but I am really neither.  Just sleep deprived.  Awesome! Last Berryman the hallucinations freaked me out. This time I know they aren’t real, so it’s really cool.”

Samurai at Berryman

Luke said it looked a lot like this, only it was just a floating head.

Luke: I do remember seeing this.  For a brief moment, it seemed real, but then I knew that my mind was playing tricks on me.

Although Luke was disappointed that there was no real samurai face and that I couldn’t see it (I tried to and really want to, but I was pretty sure it wasn’t there), he was a little excited to be hallucinating. He realized that he was seeing things that weren’t quite there in the real world. Maybe there was a shadow or a leaf, but his brain was now processing things a little differently and leading him to believe that he was seeing things that weren’t there. Luke had been here before, and instead of fighting the hallucinations or being afraid of them he embraced the experience. Luke was high; he was tripping his balls off. He would stare off into the fog, freeze for a second, and then laugh out loud.

Foggy Paddle at Berryman

This must have looked amazing through Luke's eyes.

Luke: That fog was totally messing with me.  It was spooky, but it was amazing… Well, what I remember of it anyway. I mean, come on… Look at the fog in that photo.  Now imagine being delusional with hallucinations in that fog.  It was crazy.

He was no longer able to navigate our vessel so I turned my light on in an attempt to help our situation. This messed with Luke’s situation, and he gave me a very Cheech and Chong like reponse…

LUKE: “Whoa man. Did you see that? It just got like brighter or something…Hahuhuh.”

Then Luke made a discovery that had him very excited. He leaned over the side of the canoe and shined his light into the water as he told me to do the same. He told me the reflections were awesome, that I had to see them. I looked over the side and saw water and a rock.  It wasn’t very impressive.  At least Luke was excited.  Then he told me again in his best Chong voice…

LUKE: “No man, you have to see the reflections. When you do this (he shined his headlamp into the water and shook his head) you see the reflections. They’re awesome!”

Then he looked up through the fog and shined his headlamp onto the tree limbs overhead and shook it once again.

CASEY: “Uh… Yeah man, that’s really cool.”

I had no idea what was cool about his light in the water and then on the limbs overhead, but he was excited about it and it was keeping him awake.  He must have been seeing something that I could not see. Luke was like a mentally challenged child with severe ADD and Narcolepsy. One minute he’d be talking to me about reflections or trying to catch a wisp of fog coming off the water (which did look really cool) and the next minute he’d be falling asleep. He’d startle himself awake and then give me a play by play description of the landscape and everything that he could see, and he’d paddle voraciously as we’d surge forward…for several strokes, and then he’d fall asleep again. This repeated itself for the majority of the paddle. He rarely slept for more than a second or two but he was sneaking in many little micro-naps. I was entertained and experiencing the hallucinations from the back seat. I have to admit that I was a little jealous of Luke’s good time. It looked like so much fun. I wanted to see a samurai face.

Luke: I did indeed take many micro-naps, but they did not add up to your power-nap in the van on the way to Steelville:

Casey's Power Nap

Sweet, sweet slumber... Oh how we missed you.

Casey:  I napped for maybe five minutes in the van on the way to the race.  Maybe that’s why I didn’t crash as soon as Luke did.

Luke:  It was more like 10 – 15 minutes, and that was definitely the difference.  I’m sure of it.

Once again Luke told me to see the reflections. I “had to see them.” They were “soooo cool, soooo beautiful.”  He repeated his little light shining and head shaking skit. He mumbled about the reflections and how cool they were. He really wanted me to see what he was seeing…  And then I finally got it.  He was trying to tell me that when he shined his headlamp into the river and wiggled it around, there was a kaleidoscope-like pattern of reflected light shimmering on the leaves and limbs overhead. He was right. It was really cool.

I am glad that, even in his psychedelic stupor, he made the effort to keep explaining it to me until I finally got it. We sat there and enjoyed the cool light show for a few minutes. What I was seeing was pretty sweet.  I wish I could have seen it through Luke’s eyes as I am sure it was even sweeter. Luke was content that I finally understood him. He was a five year old little boy that finally made himself understood to his father. He was quiet and content for a little while. He had finally gotten his point across, and I had seen what he wanted me to see.

Luke: It was so amazingly cool.  It was frustrating that I just couldn’t explain it to Casey.  I remember explaining it in  great detail only to have Casey completely blow me off as if I was a little kid.  In hindsight, I’m sure I wasn’t communicating very well.  Regardless, the light show was fantastic.  It sort of looked like this, only better:


The fog got even thicker, and it was getting really tough to see. When Luke would drift off, I was sometimes unsure of what I was seeing. It looked like there were big, fog-covered islands in the middle of the river. My light couldn’t penetrate the fog deep enough to confirm their existence. So I’d steer the canoe a little to the side to avoid the island, and as we passed, the island would vanish. Was I slowly slipping into the same condition Luke was in? I hoped not, but it seemed that I was nearing the edge. I started seeing things differently than they really were. My mind was misinterpreting what I was seeing.

foggy island at Berryman Adventure

It looked kind of like this. Is that an island? Is it fog? Is it shadow?

Was it a shadow?…No it must be an island.  Is that a huge bush in the middle of the River?…Yes it was…I think.

CASEY: “Luke, wake up man. Is there a huge bush island in the river.”

LUKE: “You mean that house with a big bush in front?”

CASEY: “No! Nobody builds a house in the middle of a river. Is there a big bush type structure right in front of us?”


Luke: I have no memory of this whatsoever.

If you’ve been paying attention, you’ll realize that Luke had told me to go left and right in the same breath (based on our agreed upon lingo for this paddle). I quickly decided to go left since he said that way the most, and since I could barely see Luke, let alone what was in front of the boat, I had to trust him (even in his mental stupor).

Bush House in the River at Berryman Adventure

Maybe this is what Luke saw.

I took us left and we passed a huge bush-like object in the middle of the river that was indeed there, and we found ourselves in a little channel with bushes on both sides of us. The bush Island was real, it had been right in the middle of the river. So, I kept us going forward until we ran out of river. The river just ended.  It stopped, and we were beached once again. Did it really end or had I, too, lost it mentally?  The sudden stop in movement had woken Luke up, much like a kid in a car seat.

LUKE: “Hey, why are we stopped?”

CASEY: “Because we are out of river.”

LUKE: “Why did you go this way?”

CASEY: “You told me to go to the left.”

LUKE: “Oh, sorry man. I’m out of it. I think I fell asleep.”

CASEY: “No problem man, it’s cool.”

Luke:  While I don’t remember seeing a “house” in the river or telling Casey to go left at all, I do remember waking up to realize that we had come to a complete stop.  I remember looking around and seeing that we were at a dead-end, and I wondered why Casey would have taken us that way.  I was very confused, and I seriously can’t believe that I was giving directions while I was sleeping.  I don’t think I’ve ever sleep-walked, but I can now say that I have sleep-paddled.

We sat there for a few seconds. Should we paddle back up stream and down the other side of the “house-bush” or drag/portage the canoe through a low area between two little islands? We decided to muscle ourselves through the little crack between the islands and soon found ourselves back on the main river.

Luke checked the map quickly as we floated down the river. He said that once the river pointed West it meant that we had about 2 miles left. This meant that we currently had more than 2 miles left. I was hoping we had much less to go. Could I last that long? I had to keep focused, to keep it together mentally because Luke had long since flown the coop.

I knew that I was walking a fine line and could easily slide off the cliff and become as high and as goofy as Luke was at any moment. As fun as that sounded, I couldn’t let it happen. I had to keep it together until we got off the river… or else we might never get off the river. I somehow had to find a way to push through and control the hallucinations. I would occasionally see something, do a double-take, and then be able to identify the object for what it really was. I wasn’t sure how long I would be able to maintain this control. We had to get to the end of the paddle. I could easily let it go, embrace the hallucinations, and enjoy the experience. If Luke had been 100%, I might have been tempted to go down that path. But since he was still high as a kite, I had to keep it together. I kept telling myself that I had to keep it together until we got off the river. Just get off the river safely, get Luke and myself to the next TA/CP safely, then I could let myself slip into the delirious hallucinations just like Luke. Hell, we could even take a little nap if we needed/wanted to.

I was able to keep us going down the river. I kept seeing “fog islands”, most of which evaporated as we got close to them. Luke was back to dozing off again, listing to the side almost to the point where I thought he was going to fall out of the boat. I knew we had to be close to the end of the paddle.

Suddenly Luke woke up a bit and started paddling some more. I asked him if he wanted to play a game. He said yeah. I said that I would say a word and he would have to come up with a word that rhythms with it (I play this with my 5 year old all the time and he loves it). Well, it turns out that sleepy, tripping Luke loves it too. He was more awake and alert than he had been in the last couple of hours. Here is the rhyme that started the whole game…

CASEY: “No more rhymes, now.  I meant it!”

LUKE: ”Anybody want a peanut?” (said in his best Andre the Giant voice)

Yes! Not only did he get the game, but he got my reference from the classic film, “The Princess Bride.”  Sweet, was Luke really back from the dark side? Only time would tell.

Luke: I remember the “Princess Bride” reference, and I remember the rhyming game helping me stay awake for a little while.  It was a lot of fun and effective… for a little while anyway.

We continued our game…


LUKE: “TRUCK” (I bet you thought he had another word to rhythm with Duck didn’t you?…Sinner)

And so the game went. We played for a good 5-10 minutes straight, word after word, rhyme after rhyme. I am not sure who stopped the game, but it ended.  Shortly thereafter, Luke drifted back into his stupor. I let him have his rest and paddled us down the river. I felt like I should break into a song in Italian. It was as if I was a gondolier piloting a gondola with my passenger around the canals of Venice (only I wasn’t standing). I looked down at my wrist compass and noticed that the river was definitely starting to head West. I called out to Luke…

CASEY: “Luke, how far to the TA once the river turns West?”

Luke: “Yadada Bladada, bliggity do…Schmest!” – Luke really said this, and it was hilarious.

CASEY: Laughing, “What was that? Are you still playing the rhyming game?”

LUKE: “Yes.”

CASEY: “That game is over.  We haven’t been playing for a while.”

LUKE: “What? It’s over? Who won?”

CASEY: “You did, you won the rhyming game.”

LUKE: (With both arms and paddle over his head) “Yeah, I won!”

Luke: I don’t recall doing this either, but it’s pretty damn funny.

After his quick celebratory paddle pump, I was able to ask him about the river and how far we had to go. After some convincing dialog, I got Luke to check his compass and map. Yep, we had about 2 more miles to go. We talked a little more as we paddled, and then Luke faded away into his happy place.

Suddenly we found ourselves grounded on a gravel bar once again. Luke awoke and started paddling. Nothing, we didn’t even move.  We just sat there, grounded on some gravel. We both dug in with our paddles together and “poled” our canoe a few more feet before becoming fully grounded and unable to move any further forward.

Luke asked me what we should do. I told him that we should rest a minute or two. During that time, Luke drifted off and I decided to climb out of the canoe and push us to deeper water. As I stepped my first leg out of the canoe Luke came awake and began to paddle like he was possessed. This was great…had we been in deeper water and me in my seat. The canoe lurched forward, tripping me in the process and I fell over into the water and caught myself with an extended arm that was shoulder deep in the water (at least I found the deep water). Luke apologized and I jumped back into the canoe and we took off.

Luke: At least when I paddled like a mad man we didn’t tip the canoe… Unlike the last time you paddled unnecessarily fast.

Casey:  I was trying to keep the cadence up like Jeremy Rodgers instructed.  The man in the bow sets the cadence for the craft.  If I let you set the cadence on that paddle we’d still be on the river.

Luke: And we’d still be dry.

After this, we both were fairly alert and the last bit of the paddle went pretty smoothly. The river grew wider and we passed through some camp grounds.  Then we finally saw a campfire up ahead. We were finally at the end of the paddle. We both were more alert and energized with the end in sight. We paddled much like we normally do, when awake and fully alert. We were taking deep, powerful strokes in unison. The canoe responded well and surged forward and into the TA. We had done it.  We safely made it through the paddle. We weren’t dry, but we never capsized the canoe.

We beached our canoe and headed over to the volunteers by their nice, warm fire. The paddle that probably should have taken no more than 2 hours had taken us 3 hours and 58 minutes.

Luke: That’s just embarrassing.  I was absolutely useless (aside from providing some comic relief).  Casey did an amazing job of getting us through the paddling leg.  I’ve never struggled through a leg of a race like I did this one, so big thanks to Casey, The Anchorman (in a good way this time).

Casey:  No problem man.  You carried us later in the race.  Plus, tripping-Luke is way better than Betty-White-Luke. 

It turned out that this TA also was the Gear check. We had all the required gear and were able to quickly find what was asked for. I think we had to show our whistles, a UTM tool, an emergency blanket, a cell phone, a first aid kit, and iodine tablets. We chatted with the volunteers as we warmed our cold, water logged bodies by the fire. I shared with the volunteers highlights of our paddle: Luke’s hallucinations, his micro-naps mid-paddle, and the fog.

As I talked, I felt myself letting down. I had reached the goal I set on the river.  We had gotten safely off the river. My mind began to relax and I felt relieved and for the first time during the race, I was getting a little tired. We thanked the volunteers and headed off into the woods just as dawn was beginning to break. All we had to do was collect the last two CPs and then get back to the starting line to receive the next set of checkpoints.  As we began to move, Luke was coming alive again, which was great because I was slowly losing it. I feared (and hoped a little bit) that I was headed down the road that Luke had already traveled.

The Final O-Section – Lincoln Logs and Burger Stands

My fears and hopes were accurate, and my mental acuity rapidly declined. I was physically, and now mentally, exhausted. I had overdrawn on my mental-alertness-account and was now paying the overdraft fee in full. Luke’s feet condition was deteriorating even faster than my mental capabilities. He said it felt like the skin was peeling off the bottom of his feet.

Turtle at Berryman

We found this turtle earlier in the race, and it has nothing to do with this part of our tale. We just needed a photo to break up all of these words. And we wanted to show off Luke's stunningly blue eyes and amazing mustache.

I followed Luke across a river, through the woods, and up a hill (To Grandmother’s house we go?).  He stopped, and we talked a few minutes. He wasn’t sure if we were on the ridge we were supposed to be on or the ridge one over. He asked me my opinion. I quickly glanced a the map and decided that we were on the right ridge and started walking up the hill. I based my decision on nothing more than the need to keep moving and that we had already started up the hill we were on.   I started walking up the hill on autopilot when I noticed that Luke stopped. I looked back and saw that he was still studying the map. I decided to sit down on a nice comfy, little stump and wait for him.  It was the world’s most comfortable stump. If I had that stump in my living room it would be the seat I claimed as mine and mine alone.

Luke: Although I was in better shape than I was during the paddling leg, I was still FAR from 100%.  It took way too much effort to make sense of the map, but something just didn’t seem right.  After a couple of minutes, I figured out where we were.

Casey:  You were in much better mental shape than I was.  It was your turn to carry the team for a while.

Luke: I don’t like carrying the team.  We’re fat and heavy.

I let my mind wander as I sat there. Eventually (and I have no idea how long it really was), Luke caught up with me and said that he was pretty sure that we were on the wrong hill and that we had to head over to the next one. I told him that his “pretty sure” was good enough for me, and I followed him to the next ridge line.

From this point of the race to just before the finish line, my recollection of the events might be a little off. Luke will fill in the blanks.  From here on, I would phase in and out of consciousness. There were times when I was very lucid and remember conversing with Luke and what was going on, and then there are large blocks of time that I cannot clearly recall. I plodded along like a mindless zombie following my teammate, my captain, my brother.

Luke: I probably won’t fill in any blanks.  It took every ounce of mental energy to not end up completely lost.  I don’t really ever remember talking to you all that much.  I just remember trying to stay in contact with the map, walking forever, and the pain in my feet… Oh the pain… I shudder now, just to think of it.

What I remember about the hike to CP 31 was that it was a long walk and all uphill. We were hiking up a steep section, climbing over logs and pushing through brush and thorns and then I mentally zoned out. When I returned mentally, we were still climbing. I could have been on a mental vacation for seconds, minutes, or even hours. I had no frame of reference; I just kept putting on foot in front of the other.  I was on auto pilot.

Then I was out again for a bit. This time when I came back, the terrain had become a little more bearable, and it wasn’t as steep. I asked Luke if we were at the top of the hill yet, and he said not quite, that we still had a ways to go. He said that he was pretty sure we were going right but if he was wrong it would be a long, hilly climb to the correct hilltop. That was enough for me to hear, and my mind wandered away to its magical happy place.  This happy place is amazing. It wasn’t filled with tricycle riding midget-cowboys,  or my wife in a teddy holding pitchers of beer, or Billy Dee Williams playing the piano; it was much more peaceful that that.  I can’t really describe my happy place other than to say it was very calm and restful. I felt no pain or tiredness when in this happy place.  I just was and that was enough.

I continued on, moving at the pace Lukas set with almost no effort. If I could have stayed in that mental stupor, I could have raced at that pace indefinitely. I’m not sure if I was walking while sleeping or if my mind had just had enough and turned off in intervals. The next time I came back to reality, we were much closer to the CP. Luke led us onto a trail and said it would be up ahead just a little further. I went out again for a bit and then when I returned we could see the CP. We punched our passport and checked the map.

Finding the CP gave me a little lift, and I was coherent for a longer spell this time. Luke planned our route, showed me on the map what we planned to do, and we started on.  After walking a bit, I saw what looked like a rickety, wooden hamburger stand up ahead through the trees. I closed my eyes for a few seconds and told myself to see what was really there (like I did on the river the night before). When I opened my eyes it was still there.

CASEY: “Luke, is there a hamburger stand on the other side of that tree?” And I pointed towards the hamburger stand.

LUKE: “No man, it’s just trees. Well, wait a second. Don’t listen to me, I have no clue what is going on. There could be a hamburger stand there for all I know.”

Luke: Only someone who is weak in mind and spirit hallucinates during long races.  You’re such a pu…  Uh…  Wait… Nevermind.

Great, I could really have gone for a hamburger right about then. I was thinking about digging out some of our emergency cash and was hoping they had some cheese and bacon for my burger, and when I looked back at the stand it was gone. Apparently, somebody had either moved the stand or the trees leaning over touching each other had just looked like a hamburger stand to my sleep deprived mind. Damn, I’d have to wait to eat something good until later. Then I remembered the note BLD and Travis had left us so long ago – PORK STEAKS ON THE GRILL!!!  Even better than a hamburger. I smiled and thought about how good they would taste.  But first, we had to finish this race.

Our journey continued and we walked, and walked, and then walked some more. I was pretty lucid through most of this stretch and was still hoping to see a samurai face (it never happened though) or at least something really cool. We walked on when Luke looked back at me and then pointed up ahead…

LUKE: “Do you see that building up ahead?”

CASEY: “Yeah, like a big metal barn kind of building?”

LUKE: “No, like a huge Lincoln Log building. More like a Lincoln Log sculpture or display.”

CASEY: “No, I see that big, brown, or dark gray aluminum barn-like building though.”

LUKE: “No man, it’s made out of logs. Like big Lincoln Logs.”

Lincoln Logs? I closed my eyes and told myself to see what was really there. No Lincoln Logs. We kept getting closer and I kept blinking my eyes. I now knew it was neither an aluminum barn nor a Lincoln Log Display. However, I wasn’t sure what we were looking at. It was big and dark (That’s what she said).  We continued to get closer, and I focused all my mental energy to figure it out.

CASEY: “I think it’s a tree, a big dead pine tree or something.”

LUKE: “No. I don’t think so. I think it’s… (we got closer) …it’s a…  a…  a big dead pine tree.”

It turned out to be a huge dead pine tree (or that’s what we thought it was, neither of us thought to take a picture).  I looked at it again and kind of could see how it looked a little like Lincoln Logs. Then I could see how it looked a little like a large aluminum barn as well. That was pretty cool, we had shared a hallucination but saw something totally different.

Luke: I sort of knew I was hallucinating at this point, but I couldn’t do anything about it.  I knew I wasn’t really seeing a Lincoln Log home or sculpture, but I just could not tell what it truly was.  To me, it looked a lot like this:

Lincoln Log Home at Berryman Adventure Race

As cool as that was, I was now a little worried. If Luke was in the same boat as I was in, how was he possibly navigating? (I have no idea)  Well, I trusted him and knew he had to be in better shape than I was, so I kept my apprehension to myself. No sense in worrying him if he was going right. And if he wasn’t, I couldn’t help him anyway, and we were pretty well screwed.

We kept walking a ways, and we eventually picked up another good-sized trail.  As we were walking around, I saw something very strange on the ground. What the hell was that? We walked closer. I couldn’t figure it out. Was it even there?

CASEY: “Luke, what the hell is that little red thing over there?”

LUKE: “It looks like a red Lincoln Log roof.”

CASEY: “A what? A Lincoln Log roof?”

LUKE: “Yeah, like a one-piece, red plastic roof you put on top of your Lincoln Log building.”

CASEY: “No it’s not.”

We walked over to where it was laying on the trail. Luke affirmed his belief and said it was a Lincoln Log roof again. I just didn’t quite see it that way. I walked over and kicked it. Now I had confirmed it’s physical existance, it was really there.  When it rolled over I knew that it definitely was not a Lincoln Log roof but I had no idea what it was.  After a few seconds of staring at it, Luke was able to determine it was a rear casing and lens of a car tail light of some kind (neither of us thought to take a picture again). What was up with Luke and Lincoln Logs? (I have no idea)  I hoped he was still able to read a map and compass well enough to lead us to the final CP… or at the very least back to civilization.

We continued on and eventually came up to a gravel road. I think I remember being passed by a couple of vehicles and assumed that they were other racers heading home already. At least they were friendly and honked and waved to us as they passed us.

Luke: I don’t remember any cars, and I don’t remember hearing anyone honking or waving.

Casey:  Seriously?  Was I hallucinating that badly?  Awesome.  Can anybody reading this confirm they drove by us sometime around 8:00 on Sunday morning?

Luke: I don’t know if you were hallucinating or if I was just using all of my mental capacity focusing on getting us to the CP.

Team Virtus at the Berryman Adventure

You can see the fatigue in our eyes as we were nearing the end.

I hoped we were going right. I had no idea how far we had come or where we were going. I wasn’t even exactly sure where I was.  My trust and safety were 100% in Luke’s hands. We plodded along and eventually came to a big gate that said NO TRESPASSING and that it was private land that was under surveillance and we couldn’t enter. We checked the map again. I was now lucid enough to confirm that this was in fact where we were and that the final CP was on the other side of the NO TRESPASSING GATE.

A light went off somewhere in my mind. Didn’t Jason say something about private land during the race meeting? Damn. I wish I had talked less and listened more during that meeting. I mentioned my vague recollection to Luke and he remembered the same thing too. We walked around the gate and down the driveway, half expecting to see some red-neck in a pickup truck with guns hanging on a rack in his back window to come flying up the driveway to ask us what the hell we were doing on his posted land.

Luke was describing the driveway on the map as we walked, and it was matching up perfectly. He said when it made a sharp turn, we’d have to kick off into the woods to find the CP. The driveway turned, and we headed into the woods. I noticed these rocks on the ground that had little carvings or pictures on them. They looked like they had been carved and worked on by somebody with more skill than I have (Can anybody confirm the existence of these rocks?). I thought about taking a picture but didn’t want to stop to do so. Then I thought about picking up a rock at taking it with me because they looked so cool. I didn’t for two reasons—1) I would have to stop and bend over and 2) It would add weight to my pack for the rest of the race.

Luke: I never saw any of these rocks.  Geez, man!  You need to hold yourself together better at the next race.

Casey:  If they weren’t there, I am glad that I didn’t pick one up.  It would have sucked to carry a plain old rock to the finish line.  I really hope that there were carved rocks near the final CP.  They were so cool. 

In a few minutes more we walked right up to the final CP. We had gotten all of the CPs that we could. It was time to head back to the Start/Finish line and get our next set of coordinates.

Final CP at Berryman

The last CP before heading back to the Start/Finish line

Luke looked at the map and told me we had a VERY steep, long downhill climb to get to the finish line. We found a little path that meandered down the hill and followed it. Luke then had a question to ask me.

LUKE: “Have you ever stepped on a thumb tack?”

CASEY: “Yeah. It hurts like a son-of-a-bitch.”

LUKE: “Yeah, I know it does. Now, just imagine if you covered the bottoms of both of your feet with thumbtacks and then stepped down with all of your weight. That is what my feet feel like with each and every step.”

CASEY: “That really sucks man. Are you all right? Do you need me to carry you (I hoped he would say no)? Can you sit and scoot down the hill?”

LUKE: “No. It is what it is. Let’s keep going and finish this.”

We walked slowly down the hill. Several times I slipped and caught myself quickly. Each time I did this, my back seized up, and I was afraid my (our) race would be over. I have a bad back, and when it goes out, I am done (It will be mentioned in the Lionheart race report that Luke is still working on). Why couldn’t my consciousness leave me now and let me finish the race as a zombie following Luke?  My back hurt, but it wasn’t going to stop me. Not here, not now. If Luke could walk the last few miles on thumbtacks I could definitely walk it with a catch in my back.

Finally, we reached the bottom of the hill and noticed it was going to be fairly flat the rest of the way back to the finish line. We walked a little further and picked up a road. I soon recognized the road as the same road we drove down in order to register our car a couple of days ago. I now knew that we were almost to the finish line. However, we weren’t sure if our race was soon to be over. We were led to believe that there was at least 1 more set of coordinates, so we figured we would be racing right up to the cutoff.

The Finish Line – Swamp Foot and Champagne

As we walked, we reminisced a little about the race… how long it took us to find  CP 2, the error from CP 4 to CP 5, following Team Kuat, the foggy paddle, the hallucinations, the sleep monsters. It all seemed so long ago and almost surreal. We also discussed the rest of the race. How much more could we do?  We decided that we had to get the new set of coordinates, plot them, and then see how we’d be traveling. We were hoping for some more paddling or maybe some biking because Luke was nearing him limit on his feet.

Luke: That is an understatement.  My feet were done!

As we walked past the cabins you could rent at Bass’ River Resort, we talked about bringing our families next year and renting a cabin for the weekend. It seemed like a great idea.  The kids could play, and we could use it as a home base for the race. I guess we both just assumed we’d be racing the 36 hour Berryman again next year.  I plan on it (We’ll see). As we neared the finish line, we could hear Jason on the loud speaker and lots of clapping. It looked like we were going to be coming in during the middle of the awards ceremony.

CASEY: “Luke, are we running across the finish line? We gotta look good in front of everybody.”

LUKE: “I don’t think so. My feet are F*#@ed up.  If I run on them, the skin might come off.”

CASEY: “Cool, it’s fine with me. I’d hate for my back to seize up. We’ll walk across together.”

That decided it. We hadn’t run much (or any) the whole race and decided the finish line was not the place to start running. Plus, for all we knew, we had more racing to do. As we drew near the pavilion, somebody spotted us and Jason announced that Team Virtus was coming in. We were walking side-by-side just like we planned.

The clapping grew louder and then Jason shouted to “jog it in” or maybe it was “run across the finish line”, something to that effect. Luke and I instinctively began to jog. (Damn, it hurt!)  I lead by a step, and then he surged forward and took the lead. The clapping grew louder, the cheering and encouraging words echoed in our ears. And Luke looked at me and I looked at him.  We both knew what was about to go down.

You guessed it (or remembered it if you were there). We took off like Olympic sprinters. We were running like a couple of tired rhinoceroses across the African Savanna with poachers on their trail. We were free…  We were flying…  I was losing.  I was losing?

How the hell was I behind my little brother? I dialed it up a notch and took a little lead.  Luke, dug deeper and blocked out his thumb-tack-lined, skin-peeling feet and took it up yet another level.  He passed me by a step. I decided to reach deeper and open it up all the way and show Luke how it was done.  As I began to fire on all cylinders I felt a twitching in my back.  Instantly, I decided that I was going as fast I was going to go.  I coasted across the finish line a half a step behind Luke.

Luke:  Uh… The way I remember it, you were about 30 yards behind me.  But that might have been another hallucination… Or a complete lie.

Everybody was clapping, and I said something like, “That’s it?”  Which was answered with some chuckles and a few laughs. I was seriously expecting to be handed more coordinates.  However, that never happened. I was walking around, trying to figure out if our race was over or not when I heard footsteps behind me.  As I turned around, I was showered with champagne as BLD emptied half a bottle of bubbly all over me. It was unexpected and great. This brought on more cheers and laughs. Bob then handed me the bottle, and I slammed the remaining champagne. It was cold and sweet. It really hit the spot.

Luke:  Thanks for sharing with me.  Dick.

Casey:  There was plenty of champagne in my fleece if you really wanted some.  There couldn’t have been more than 8-10 big swallows of the bubbly left in the bottle.

Luke:  8 – 10 swallows was enough for 4 – 5 for you and 4 – 5 for me.  Again, what a dick.

I soon found out that there was more to the race, but it just wasn’t doable in the time that we had left. The second set of points took you on a 16 mile paddle and then a 13 mile bike ride back to the finish line. Since we only had about an hour and 45 minutes left, our race was over.

As it turns out, only 6 out of 27 teams even attempted the final set of points.  I was a little disappointed, because I had planned on racing until the 12:00 PM cutoff. (Only Casey would be disappointed with what we had just done)  But I would be lying if I didn’t admit to being a little happy that the race was over. All good things must come to an end, and my first 36 Berryman was now over. Did it kick my ass? I don’t think so. I had a great time and felt like I could have kept going. Was it a hard-ass race?  Was it a “Real-Ass Kicker?” Absolutely.  It was long, and it was hard (That’s what she said).  It was an unbelievable time. My favorite race to date.

It was just starting to sink in as Luke when I sat down at a picnic table. We could stop now, the race was over.

Casey:  With his squinty eyes and sagging stash doesn’t Luke look a little like a cartoon China-man.

Finish of the 2011 Berryman Adventure

Two brothers, 34+ hours, many miles, lots of pain, and one helluva good time.

I looked around and saw that we were surrounded by friends. I remember seeing Bob and Travis, Kage and her brother Jim, Derrick and Emma from Orange Lederhosen, and many others… and then I saw our other brother, Zack, and his family magically appear.  It was great.  The Brothers Lamb were back together again.  Unfortunately, we were too tired or dumb to think of getting a photo of the moment.

As we sat there Luke took his socks off to reveal the whitest, most disgustingly wrinkled feet you have ever seen. This was the first time I had seen macerated feet in person. Our feet had been wet for well over 30 hours.  His feet were sore, and I wondered how long it would take for him to recuperate.

Macerated foot at the Berryman Adventure Race


Macerated Feet from Adventure Racing
Gross… and Painful

As we examined and looked at Luke’s feet in awe and disbelief Bob fetched a couple of steaming hot baked potatoes for us. I have always heard about these baked potatoes after Bonk Hard races. They are legendary. Since this was my first Bonk Hard race, it was my first post-race experience with them. I opened mine and took a bite of the best baked potato I’ve ever had. Then Bob showed up with a bucket of margarine and covered my potato with gobs of the good stuff, only making it even more delicious. Now I was covered with melted margarine as well as champagne.

As we sat there, a few more teams trickled in. The awards were given out as well as some more free race swag. Jason made a few more announcements and thank-yous and invited us to compete in Check Point Tracker Nationals that Bonk Hard is putting on at the end of October (This weekend actually!). I asked Bob about the pork steaks that he promised us. He said they were on the grill. So we gathered up our gear and headed over to TV Camp. By the time we got there, Bob had Pork Steaks laid out for us to eat and had thrown some ribs down on the grill. Oh yeah, and a beer can chicken too. We ate and then ate some more. It was as if we were in training for an IFOCE or MLE event. I’ll bet if a mystery event ever involves eating, TV will own the challenge (Unless Rusty is there).

We sat around with Bob and Travis, relaxing and reminiscing about their race and our race, and we discussed our plans for next year. After much socializing and eating, we finally decided to hit the showers. I scrounged up a couple dollars worth of quarters and headed to the showers (apparently you have to pay to park AND to shower at this resort, at least they don’t charge you to breathe yet). At least the water was good and hot. After the shower, I felt much better. I headed back to TV Camp, and we talked and ate some more.

I eventually came down from the race high and was beginning to feel a little tired. I started to feel like I had just raced for a day and a half. I fell asleep in my chair for a few minutes during which time my teammates took advantage of me and had some fun.

Casey with a full moon

"I see, a bad moon a risin'... I see, trouble on the way."

Casey:  How many race reports have included a photo of Bob’s butt?  Do we really need another one?  The answer is..Yes, we can never have enough of Bob’s butt.  It’s kind of like a cow bell… I got a fever! And the only prescription… is more of Bob’s Butt.

I finally awakened and moved to the ground for a good 45 minute nap. After the nap I felt like a new man. We broke camp and headed for home. What a great time, a great weekend, a great race.

Well if you have read this far, I guess you’d like to know how we did. We finished 6th out of 13 teams in our division and 11th out of 27 teams overall. Although Luke wasn’t able to defend his divisional championship from 2010, I am pretty satisfied with our performance (As am I).  After a hellacious start, we rallied and raced a near perfect race.  It was my first attempt in anything over 24 hours. I got to spend a great weekend with my brother and create some memories that I am sure neither of us will ever forget.

I want to thank Jason Elsenraat, his wife Laura, and all of Bonk Hard Racing for putting on the best race that I have had the pleasure of being a part of. I’d also like to thank all the volunteers and sponsors that made this race possible. Without your funding and countless volunteer hours I’d never have just completed the greatest race I have done to date.

Luke:  I, too, had an absolute blast.  It’s a race that I’ll never forget.  Thanks to Casey for doing this race with me.  It was a helluva ride, bro.  I’d also like to thank Jason, Laura, and all of the volunteers as well.  It was a superb race.  I can’t wait to do it again… After I my left big toe is no longer numb.

Casey:  Thank you for racing with me.  I hope that I raced well enough for you.  After all, I was your second pick for this race.

Luke:  Umm… Yeah… You were my second pick.  I definitely did not ask 14 other people to race with me before I asked you.  Let’s go with that.

I’m planning on racing the 36 hour again next year. Luke, Bob, and I have already committed to doing it. Anybody else interested in joining us?

PRELUDE TO A “REAL ASS KICKING” – The 2011Berryman 36hr Adventure Race Report –> Part 1

**NOTE** This race report was written by Casey and is presented in black text, Luke’s comments are presented to you in Blue, and Bob’s commentary is given in Red.  Casey added a response or two in green.

The Berryman 36 hour adventure race has been part legend and part icon in my adventure racing world.  You see, this is where it all started.  This was the first Adventure Race Luke did, which would eventually lead to me doing my first adventure race.  Berryman was the mother of all races, a “real ass kicker”.  I’ve wanted to do this race since half way through my first adventure race, the Inaugural Truman Lake Adventure Race.  This was before Team Virtus even existed, and I was racing with Luke and Drew, who also happened to be Luke’s first Berryman partner 11 years ago.  I heard all about their adventures,  mishaps and everything they did wrong and would do differently “next time.”  Their discussion made me desperately want to complete the Berryman someday.  Last year I couldn’t find a partner for the 36 hour race.  I could have made the trip for the 12 hour kiddy race, but I had my heart set on the grown-up race.. the “real ass kicker”, the 36 hour version.

Bob: Kiddy race? MF’er, I’ll kill you.

Luke: I’m with Bob.  The 12-hour race is an ass-kicker as well.

Casey:  I am calling you out right here on this blog Bob.  Man up, train you butt off, and enter the 36 hour race next year. 

Bob: Challenge accepted.

The Berryman Adventure Race 2011

Earlier this year, I looked for a partner once again for the 36 hour race.  However, I was only having luck finding people willing to do the 12 hour version of the race.  This race must be a real S.O.B. since I couldn’t find anybody to race it with me.  Luke and Drew were planning on racing the 36 hour Berryman again in 2011 as a duo in defense of their divisional victory last year.  I guess I would have to wait another year before tackling this iconic race.  I didn’t give up all hope, but I had realistically explored all the possible partners I knew of.  I wasn’t too excited about racing for 36 hours with a stranger that I met online, so I decided I’d have to wait at least another year.

One day back in June, though, I received a call from Luke.  He asked me if I was still interested in doing the 36 hour Berryman.  I said “absolutely” and then  asked who I would be teaming up with.  He answered with himself, that he needed a partner to race with.   What happened to Drew?  Was he injured or was he just afraid to get his ass really kicked?  He told me that Drew had an untimely family conflict that weekend.  Luke knew I had been chomping at the bit to try the Berryman, so he called me.   That decided it.  Luke and I entered in the 2011 2-man division of the 36 hour Berryman Adventure Race.  Even though I felt like the last kid picked for dodge ball at recess, it was finally happening.  I was going to tackle the race, the myth, the legend, the real ass kicker…the Berryman Adventure.

Fat Kid Dodgeball

I then checked my calendar and realized that I would be spending the week before the race in Sin City with my wife, my best friend, and his wife.  We had planned to see if everything that happens in Vegas really stays there.  I considered cancelling the trip, but since it was all prepaid, I’d lose too much money.  I decided to take the trip, have a good time, eat, drink, and be merry, and then recover in the 6 days before the race.  I figured that no amount of debauchery and fun could possibly annul months of preparation.  Could it?  Well, time will tell.

Luke: I couldn’t wait to hear all of the stories from Vegas.  With 36 hours to race, I knew I was going to hear every detail about the tranny hookers, face tattoos, random babies named Carlos, a naked Asian man in the trunk of a car… Or was that a movie?

Casey:  I took it a little easier than that.  I did get to meet Sugar Ray Leonard in person.  I also got to paddle the Colorado, which was a blast (report in the works).  Oh yeah,  I did see a naked Asian man but he wasn’t in the trunk.

So, I spent the rest of the summer training my ass off and racing whenever and wherever I could get the chance.  You see, even though I was Luke’s second choice, his back-up if you will, I still didn’t want to let him down at the race.  I wanted to make sure I did all that I could in preparation for the big day.  I wish I could tell you that everything went as planned, that I was in the shape of my life, and that the Lionheart Adventure Race (our other “big” race of the year) was a great race and got me ready for the challenge.  Well, shit happens; I’m not as young as I used to be, I had a couple of injuries, Luke hurt his ribs again, and the Lionheart was disappointing (so disappointing that Luke is still working on the race report).  Overall, I put in a good summer of training and felt ready to race and hoped that I would not be the anchor of the team and let Luke down.  I had to prove myself worthy of his choice as a partner for the race.

RACE DAY – Pre-Race

Around 9:00 AM on race day, Luke and I were in his living room sorting through gear, checking required gear lists, and trying to decide what was and was not needed.  We planned on finishing packing and loading the van before lunch and then catching a quick nap (while Oat Boat took his) before we headed to Steelville for the race.  The nap was going to be much needed since the 36-hour-racers were led to believe the race was starting Friday night and there would be no chance for sleeping once we arrived at the BASS RIVER RESORT for check-in.

Packing gear for an adventure race

Otis helped us pack all of our gear... Minus the map case and map tool.

As we were packing, we realized that we were missing some very important required gear.  Luke, the nice guy that he is, had lent his map case and map tool to Bob, aka “Bobby Let Down” or “BLD” for short.  Not a big deal, right?  We’d just call him and ask him to bring it to the race and then we could catch our nap.  Well, BLD doesn’t believe in modern technologies and conveniences like deodorant, underwear, chamois butter, cell phones, or even land-line phones for that matter.  Who needs those silly training distractions that Elisha Gray and Alexander Graham Bell came up with?  They probably invented them just to distract BLD from his intense training schedule.

Luke: In Bob’s defense, I didn’t actually lend the map case and map tool to him.  I just thought they may have ended up in his gear box from the last race, which, as it turns out, was true.  So it was actually my fault for waiting until the morning of the race to pack and for not knowing where my gear was.  However, not being able to get in touch with Bob was a huge pain in the ass.  I think we need to get sponsored by AT&T or something to get that man a phone.

Bob: For the record, I had the map and UTM tool ready at the campsite.

Luke:  That’s true.  You would not have let us down, so I’m not sure we can use your new nickname… But it just sounds so good!  I think we’ll keep using it.

Well, it appears that BLD did it again, he let us down.  We had no idea whether he would bring the gear to the race or even if he had it any longer (ask him what happened to the pack raft Luke lent him).  Our race was in jeopardy.  Was the inability to plot points or keep our map dry (not to mention a potential time penalty for missing mandatory gear) worth gambling on the likelihood that BLD would actually show up at the race with the gear we needed?  Would he come through for us this time or would history repeat itself?  As George Santayana put it in his often bastardized quote, “Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.”  Luke and I were able to remember the past and feared we’d repeat it if we left it in BLD’s hands.

Bob: What “history” was everyone afraid of repeating?

Casey:  Doesn’t this picture of Bob look like a Will Ferrell character?  Like maybe a gay lumberjack or a psychotic trapper about ready to break into song and dance or maybe the perfect cheer?

Bobby Let Down
BLD says, “C’mon, guys! Does this look like a guy that would ever let you down?”

Lumberjack Ferrell says, "You won't regret doing the 36 hour next year Bob! Ha...Ha...Ha...!!!!"

I told Luke that since I was planning on buying a larger map case anyway;  that we should just run out and pick one up just to be safe.  While we were at it, I could grab a couple of pairs of socks.  Luke then told me that the nearest place to find what we needed was about 4o-45minutes away at the Alpine Shop in Columbia, Missouri.  Seriously?  Isn’t Jefferson City the capital of the great state of Missouri?  You cannot buy a map case or Injinji socks anywhere in the capital city?

So we thought about it and mulled it over for a while as we packed up the rest of our gear.  If we made the quick trip to the Alpine Shop we’d have no opportunity for a nap.  However, if we showed up without the required gear we would have a bad race and have kicked our own asses before the event even started.  Could we trust BLD – the loveable, cuddle-able, forgetful Bob to come through and show up with Luke’s borrowed gear?  The answer was a definite, Hell No!  Not BLD.  So we threw Otis into the van and headed off to the Alpine Shop.  Upon arrival we quickly found what we needed.  I would have loved a chance to peruse around the shop and check all the gear out, but we had a race to get to.  We drove back to Luke’s house and stopped for some Lutz BBQ on the way (this is becoming a tradition for Luke and I whenever we race together in Missouri).

Lutz BBQ before adventure racing

Mmmmm... Pork steak sandwiches!

After we each ate half a pig, we finished packing and then loaded up the Virtus Van.  As we prepared to leave, the school bus pulled up to drop off my nieces. We said goodbye to Luke’s daughters and then hopped into the van and headed to Steeleville.  We both sighed with relief as we pulled out.  Somehow this always happens.  No matter how early we get to a race or plan to leave for a race, we always end up frazzled and short on time.  We hoped that we had everything and that the drive would be uneventful.

Bob: You know, I read a quote somewhere that said,” Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.”

Our hopes were answered and the drive went smoothly.  Were the tides slowly starting to change?  We pulled up and were greeted by a wannabe-cop-park-ranger wearing a plastic badge who seemed to have a crappy attitude.  We received strict instructions about how to properly register our car at the main lodge.  As we pulled up we were greeted by BLD and his partner for the race, Travis Hammons (of Team Offroad Medics fame).  Luke and I quickly signed in and grabbed our sweet-ass Columbia fleece jackets and our swag bags and then headed back to our van.

As we approached the van, another Mickey Mouse Park Ranger stomped over to meet us and inquired in a short, irritated voice if we were the owners of the two unregistered vehicles.  Luke owned up to being the owner of the van.  We were once again instructed how to register the van and where we had to go to do so (that’s 5 two-lettered words in a row).  He also expressed the urgency with which we needed to do so.  As we walked towards the van, Park Ranger Mickey gave us the stink eye with one hand hovering near his revolver.

Fake cop at Bass River Resort

We managed to snap this photo as he was threatening us.

Well, since Team Virtus respects the law so much (and fake park rangers too) we all piled into the Virus Van to ride up together.  However, there were only 2 seats available in the van due to our bikes and gear taking up the rest of the van.  If it wasn’t so urgent that we get our van registered we could have taken the time to unload it a bit.  However, since the fate of the world seemed to depend on us getting the van registered within the next five minutes, we thought outside the box and found a way to get it done.

Luke drove, Travis made sweet love to my sexy bike in the back of the van, and BLD and I shared the front seat.  The problem with this is we both more than fill up the entire front seat by ourselves.  It was like trying to get a loaf of bread into your glovebox or 10 gallons of water into a 5 gallon container, it just doesn’t work.  We tried a couple different configurations and nothing seemed to work.  Time was running out.  We couldn’t fit side-by-side, front-to-back wasn’t an option either due to the kayak paddles in the floor board.  So, we decided the only way to get it done was for me to ride on BLD’s warm and comfy lap.  Well, since the world was going to end if we didn’t register our van within the next 3 and a half minutes, I took one for the world and hopped onto BLD’s luxurious lap.  Let me tell you, Bob did not let me down; it was an enjoyable ride down the road to the main lodge.

Casey reverse-cowgirl on Bob

Oh, what a ride!

Luke: I may have alternated between pushing the accelerator and the brake several times just to see the look on Bob’s face when this forced Casey to rock back and forth on Bob’s lap.  However, Casey seemed to rock back and forth a little longer than necessary each time I hit the brakes.  Regardless, it was fun to watch.

Bob: I’ve been to strip clubs where people paid money to get dry-humped like that.

Casey: I can’t believe that I didn’t make any tips.  I could have used them to pay for parking.

We arrived at the main lodge with 90 seconds to spare.  It looked as if the world wasn’t going to end, that we’d get the Virtus Van registered properly and promptly.  It looked as if Team Virtus was going to save the world once again (Bob and Luke saved it once from a demon by singing the greatest song in the world.  They even wrote a song about the experience, you should have them sing it to you sometime).

We waited in line hoping we’d make it in time.  I watched the clock on the wall as precious time ticked away. Tick…Tick…Tick…Would we make it in time.  Beads of sweat broke on our brows.  I checked the door expecting a grumpy ranger to come storming in to announce that our time was up.

Suddenly, fate smiled on us and we were waved over to another line and quickly explained our mission and its urgency.  They helped us and charged us $22 dollars to park there for the weekend even though we wouldn’t be camping.  Seriously?!?  I guess they had us by the short and curlys, didn’t they?  I mean, we had to leave the van at the resort, and they knew it.  We even could have had our own campsite for another $20.  Well,  we planned on racing the whole weekend and figured we might as well save our $20, so we decided to forgo the campsite.  We registered our van, purchased dinner tickets and headed over to the prerace meal.

We met up with our friends from Team Wahoo at dinner and had the opportunity to meet a real life  Facebook creeper.  We met Kim who was familiar with our team site as well as our Facebook page.  However, she hadn’t “liked” us yet (maybe she really didn’t like it, but she seemed to know too much to have just stumbled on the page once by accident).  Luke called her on it and she promised to “like” us as soon as she got home (we’ll see).  We had an enjoyable dinner and then headed back to Team Virtus/Offroad Medics Campsite.

Luke:  So Kim had seen our facebook page, read some of the stuff, and then decided NOT to like us.  Ouch that hurt.  That really hurt.  Since then, though, she has completely redeemed herself by not only “liking” us, but actually commenting on our facebook page.  So, we feel much better about ourselves now.

Casey:  If there are any other “Kims” out there, you know who you are, click on the little box and “like” our facebook page.

I’ll admit our site was pretty sweet.  We had our own picnic table, a huge grill (thanks to BLD), two tents, and a rain fly set up over the picnic table (set up in a very peculiar way that only BLD can do – it was lashed to his truck.  We unloaded our gear and caught up for a while as we tidied up camp and began to unload the van.  Before you knew it, it was time for the pre-race meeting.  It was here that I finally got to meet the original broodmare herself, “KAGE”  – formerly known as Kate or Super Kate (be sure to read her race report right here because it’s awesome), and her brother, Jim.

Kate and Jim

Apparently, Jim is from the future where they wear ties that light up.

We sat through the meeting, the raffles (none of us won anything, it must have been rigged), the free throw-outs (we were too lazy to get out of our chairs and try to catch anything), final instructions and guidelines, and then it was finally time to get our maps.  I headed up to the pavilion, waited in line, and grabbed our maps.  We were told we’d get the passport at the start of the race.  Luke and I headed back to camp to plot our CP’s, plan our route, and get our race faces on.  The race would be starting in just a couple of hours… at 11:00 PM on Friday night.

Luke: Man, that nap would have really helped us out…

Casey:  I agree.  BLD should have stayed up all night to make up for us not geting our nap. I really wWish we could have napped, even just a little…

To Be Continued…

**UPDATE** – Part 2 of the Berryman Adventure Race Report can be found right here.  Buckle up.  It’s gonna be a wild ride!

A Familiar Chill

It doesn’t seem so long ago when I was scouring the internet in search of something a little more challenging. I’d done a few bike races here and there, but there was this nagging itch to do something more… something that maybe I wasn’t capable of.  I wanted to test myself.

A Google search found me looking at something called the “Bonk Hard Chill“. 20-35 miles of mountain biking, 8-15 miles of trekking and 5-10 miles in a canoe while looking for checkpoints with a map and compass. The required gear list included a flare gun… a FLARE GUN!!!

Hmm… too bad I couldn’t read a map and had never run for more than 2 miles… or been sober in a canoe. Add to that, I knew absolutely no one who was willing to partner up.

So I turned to my teammates at Team Red Wheel and posted this. There were no takers from the actual “team”, but if you scroll to the 7th comment you’ll bear witness to the birth of what would later evolve into Team Virtus. It was like peanut butter and jelly coming together for the first time. I think it benefited our training that we were strangers at the time and were both terrified of being the team anchor. These were the days before armonkey, so we started our own accountability log on TRW.

Of course, this is all history leading to a story that’s already been told. I ‘spose my true point is that Luke and I will see you next weekend at the 2011 Bonk Hard Chill. We are heavily unprepared and I am personally about 40 pounds fatter than when we did the race last time. (I’ve got a better bike tho)

Maybe you want to go and don’t have a partner? Maybe you do have a partner but you’re scared shitless of being lost in the woods? Need to borrow some gear?  Post your thoughts in the comments section and see if there’s someone else who wants to “Chill”. You never know, you might just find yourself surrounded by a new group of friends.

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