Needless to say my running has taken a backseat.
However, I have been able to schedule time with work, my wife, and parents to open up a day or two here and there to get in a few longer runs, while at the same time squeaking in additional very shorts runs on a few of the other days. This is a report of what I've been able to get out and do the last 7 days.
Wednesday, Aug 24th: Lamb's Canyon to Brighton, a preview of the Wasatch 100
22 miles, 6500 ft vert
Starting very early in the morning I headed out into the darkness with Scott and Adam. None of us had ever run the section from Lamb's Canyon up and over into Millcreek. It is an incredible section of trail. The northeast facing slope is lush, overgrown forest that (for the most part) casually sweeps up the hillside until it crests on the saddle one peak to the northeast of Mt Aire. I found this section really gorgeous. Then it's a very steep descent down to the Millcreek Canyon Rd and up to the Big Water/Dog Lake trailhead. I had run the rest of the trail from that point to Brighton, although in the other direction. This is all I'll say about this section; it is stunningly beautiful, but slow. For much of this 14 miles section you get to see views of both Park City and the Cottonwood ridges. You pass several lakes, can pull from a couple of natural springs, and with a bit of luck dodge a few moose and deer. Running the Wasatch Crest is one of my favorite trails near Salt Lake. I just love it. Unfortunately, I wasn't feeling it on this day. No matter what I did I couldn't find the energy to really push. Regardless, I still had a great time. I can't wait to pace Scott on this section in just over a week. Here are a few pics from trip.
Atop Desolation Peak
On the saddle between Lamb's and Millcreek.
On the Wasatch Crest
Saturday, August 27th: Timpanogos
14 miles, 4400 ft vert
I knew that running this on an early Saturday morning would be more like a visit to a big-named concert than a pleasant run in the mountains. Mt Timpanogos and the Timpooneke trail leading to it's summit is, by far, the most popular trail destination on a Saturday morning in all of Utah. Coeds from BYU love to start their hike at midnight and get to the summit just in time to watch the sunrise. Countless others start their hikes throughout the night and into the next morning, basically clogging up the trail from bottom to top and back; from midnight until late in the day, making it a complete circus to try and run on any given Saturday between August and October. And yet, even with this description, we went undeterred. Silly, right?
It was a very casual run up. Matt had to stop for a potty break very early on and I continued up. I didn't feel super strong, but I was able to maintain a running pace much further up the trail then ever before. I was watching my splits (yes, I track splits at certain landmarks on Timp) and was a minute or two behind my normal pace much of the way up. When I hit the saddle at 1:36 (mile 6) there were already 50 people there watching the sunrise. Generally I think these people are idiots, but this particular Saturday I couldn't blame a single one of them for making the pilgrimage to even this point (700 ft below the summit). The sunrise was a mind-blowing pink and orange and filled the eastern sky. Even in my hurry to reach the summit I had to stop in wonder if that beautiful moment. While there several coeds asked how long it had taken me to reach that point, and when I told them my time heard several gasps, awes, and a bunch more congratulations on getting their so fast. That gave me the boost to really push to the top and I found myself up there in 1:54, only 2 minutes behind my previous best time. Matt got there fewer than 5 minutes later. He was impressive, for sure.
We stayed for only a few minutes. I simply couldn't handle being up there with the hordes of idiots rambling on about their classes, weird friends, and general pointless gossip. I was pretty dang tired hitting the summit and wasn't sure how I'd fair going back down, but as soon as I hit the trail I let my legs go and I found a gear I've never used on Timp before. I call this gear 'Out of Control'. Ha. Regardless of the fact that there were hundreds of people coming up and going down the trail I had to constantly avoid I was still able to cut 8 full minutes off my previous best descent time. That turns out to be more than 1 min/mile faster. Even for me, someone who LOVES to run down technical trails, that is impressive. I can't wait to get back up there on a weekday when there are fewer people and see what I can really throw down.
Previous trip photo
Tuesday, August30th: The Pfeifferhorn
9.5 miles, 3800 ft vert
The last time I went up the Pfeifferhorn was at least six years ago. I wasn't a runner then and was happy with a 10 hour round trip time. Back then I went up to get time on the snow practice my mountaineering skills. I have never been up there when all the snow is gone and the green tundra and small lakes and ponds abound. How have I missed this beautiful scenery for so long?
I went up with Scott and we cruised up to Red Pine Lake pretty quick. I was ahead by a couple of minutes and took a bit of a wrong turn and ended up on a ridge to the east of the lake, instead of the direct route to the south. I was hoping to get a pretty fast time up, but between my wrong turn and the technicality of the trail I found myself more than 15 minutes behind schedule. I felt ok, if maybe a little sluggish, but how bummed can you be when you are surrounded by a place so beautiful. I liken it to the Swiss Alps, it certainly has that feel. Thanks to my wrong turn Scott was now ahead of me. I quickly caught up to him though and we pushed across the plateau to the scary ridge then up to the summit. I was more than 15 minutes behind schedule and no hope of reaching my goal, but I went after it anyway.
Going down I went back into my new 'out of control' gear and really let it fly. Moving down the extremely steep summit and down into the cirque are very slow, but I still was able to push fast. I love that kind of crazy trail running. Rock hoping, which usually stops people dead in their tracks, is something I relish and can generally move very fast. Then, down on the lower trail where it is super rocky and covered in roots I just focused on not catching a toe. Even then, on one of the smoother sections I still went down hard, rolling off the trail and down the steep hillside. I popped back up and continued on, losing only a minute or so overall. I hit the bottom in 1:45:16, 2 minutes faster than I was hoping to go. It was really cool to make up 18 minutes on the descent. Here are some awesome pics from the day.