I think my decaf was caf because I should be exhausted, but I am wide awake.
Mind consumed. Last night, I had such a hard time sleeping. I was so eager/anxious for the race. I probably got about 4 hours of rest. I kept trying to sleep. I think it was also a combination of lack of exercise (as we took the week with only one hard workout on Monday) and one short run on Thursday and eagerness.
Race Registration. I was glad to get there a little later so the wait was shorter. But, I looked around...this was not a race of normal people. They all looked so determined and ready to go. I think because it is rated so challenging *most vertical feet mountain race in Alaska, it is not for the light hearted. Off the ADN website "With 9,100 feet of climbing over 14 mountainous miles, the race is so difficult many of Alaska's elite runners skip it. It's like hiking half of Denali in an afternoon."
Beginning. Annie didn't want to be too far forward, so I stayed back with her. However, we were in a train line up Lazy for a good 10 minutes. It took awhile before, we could set our pace. People were joking, and talking. At about 20 minutes, it was mostly silence.
Top of Lazy. I knew to hold back a bit because I had three mt. left, but was glad to be at the top at 1.11. James was far ahead, but I loved hearing his laugh a few times.
On the decent. I had only done this once for just a short distant (5 minutes down).
The up and down. I passed the flag and now I was hiking on new ground that I had never seen before. I was thankful for a bit of a down hill and since I had no rocks, I was able to jog right away. The weather was holding, and my spirits up. However, I knew it would be hard going back up this part.
Level-ish valley to the picnic table. I didn't have much in me to run the valley, so Annie and I hiked fast and talked. It was there were I realized we are actually doing it. We thanked God for the weather and the clouds to not bake us. We got a swig of water at the picnic table:) Thanks, random guy.
Insane climb. If you look at Mt peak, it looks like a long pointed top that has a nice incline. That incline has some nasty stuff. The small gravel and loose rocks are my mental wall. When I started to go up and not get the stable footing, it frustrates me. I saw Annie keep plotting along, but I was getting sluggish. The weather turned colder and I was not thinking straight. My footing went sideways and I was not gaining any grounds up the mountain. Often racers were coming down Mt. Peak all saying encouraging words. James came and I told him, "I don't think I can make it. I will miss the play (my three kids were performing one show in Wasilla)" He hugged me, and told me to just finish the race, I will speed. We will make the play. (He never speeds). I kept going for a few more minutes. Sitting down, I prayed and gave myself a few minutes to refocus. You will not believe this. But, all of a sudden, I look to the left and an enormous RAINBOW stretched out from one end of the valley to the other. It was a full spectrum rainbow. I yelled, "RAINBOW". Another racer coming down, stopped and we both gazed intently. He thanked me for letting him see it. It was the needed boost from my Father. He was with me. I got to the top at 3h30. I enjoyed layering on my rain jacket and rain pants as it was windy, sleeting and cold. Some saint gave me chocolate covered espresso beans. I was off. REFRESHED.
Decent Mat Peak. I wisely took the hard right trail and blasted down the mt. Now, I was passing people and leaving the men behind. It was my fastest decent ever. The wind felt like it was pushing me down the peak. Getting too hot, I stripped my pants off and noticed that when I stopped my legs began cramping. Ugh. So, I kept moving as I removed my rain jacket/wind breaker off while running the valley. I was feeling so good, then.. "pop". My right ankle turned. I heard it pop. I took a few light steps, but pain was there. I prayed, "Lord, I need you to get me through this. Please make my ankle be strong." I felt it once more when I stepped on the side of the trail, then nothing. No pain!
Feeling great. I made it 1/2 the time through the valley and met up with Haley from church. She gave me gatorade and grapes. I noticed I had 1 1/2 hours left before we needed to be heading to the play. So, I was rejoicing. I gave myself 1 hour to get up the backside of Lazy. I just kept saying slow and steady finishes the race. I just plotted through and was so thankful to be up Lazy at 5:30. *I didn't know it, but James was worried about me after seeing me at my "wall" on Mat Peak, that he had the check in girls at the top of Lazy text him when I checked in.
Running down. Now, since I had trained on this section, my legs went into muscle memory. I could just run down. I knew the best places to hit and even though I had two piercing rocks, I thought, anyone could run will rocks in their shoes for 30 minutes. It was almost over. I passed some people and felt great. Then, James showed up and he cheered me down the final 1 minute. I left the trail and sprinted to the finish line with tons of racers/watchers cheering!
Getting into the car. I really felt great. I was ready to sprint to the car. I did, but when I sat still, my leg muscles started cramping. Ugh. I got out of the car after a man offered to take off my other shoe. I just walked down the road and James picked me up. As long as I was moving, no pain. I laid in the back seat with my feet out the window- gently moving them. By the time I hit the second light in Palmer, I jumped into the front seat.
The Show. We arrived 15 minutes early, and even had time to wash off some mud before the show. Bronwyn and Max did great and so did Hannah on her performance. Now, we are all beat.
Saturday, August 3, 2013
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
James Lake Reflection
Often, I get ideas for blogs and they sit and brew. I wanted to write this as close to the event as possible because I have a feeling that I will loose some of the uniqueness of this weekend.
During my Christmas longings for sun and adventure (ie Hawaii), my sweet thoughtful husband went online and booked the James Lake Cabin. He carefully picked out the most remote cabin at in the well known Nancy Lake State Recreation. Since it was big, we invited our dear friends to join us.
We had never been on a canoe with camping trip before, but we understood that it wasn't a back packing trip. So, we didn't limit the weight of items at all. We had 6 games, meat galore, two coolers, fishing polls, two queen sized air mattresses, plenty of food, books, firewood, etc. We basically packed as if we were car camping because of the canoe.
Gathering advice from the Tippercanoe people, we took the longer way around because they had shorter portages. The literature said it would be a 3 hour canoe paddle. (not true)
We were concerned about two things:
We kinda felt, ugh, the van/truck looks a bit fully packed. But, once we loaded the three canoes, and a kayak. James says,"Okay, this looks okay."
The first paddle was a breeze. Actually all the paddles were too short and we longed for more time in the canoes. We saw the little orange size with a single "P".
Then the fun began. The rigorousness of the portages can be summed up by a phrase; "We packed as if we were car camping, and then proceded to carry the car fully loaded." At the end there were 13 lakes/13 portages. We all including the kids had to reach down to the bottom of our soles to find the strength and endurance to lift and hike. We had a portage device that we finally learned how to best use it on the rough and ragged terrain after ten portages. James carried on his shoulders two of the lighter canoes. However, the heavy one was often carried by Christina and I. The kayak was extremely heavy and often only the men could move it. The meat cooler was almost 90 lb and was a beast to move. Even the older girls conquered it a few times.
Along the journey, we had many opportunities to praise God. We saw beaver, swan, loons, ducks, and fish. Our heavenly Father gave us strength that could only come from him.
We were paddling after the 5th portage, one of the girls (Hannah or Olivia) spotted black bear at the next portage! I looked and sure enough there were a momma and two cubs. I took out my weapon (Air Horn) and quickly sounded the alarm with short burst of energy. In my mind I knew that is where our canoe was headed and I wanted them far gone by the time I got there. However, to my dismay, the other canoes and kayak didn't get to see the furry black dots as I scared them away. They were disappointed, but we weren't mauled by a momma bear either. Give me a horn, and I will use it.
The last lake was Owl Lake before James lake. We thought we could paddle through. However, Christina and James went on ahead. To our disappointment, they told us to wait and not enter the marshy channel. We did clinging to the hope that we could paddle and bypass this "Portage". I was unsure if I possessed the energy to lift anything. So, we waited. And waited. It was nearing eleven at night and we still were not at the cabin. Dinner was suppose to be when we got there. (if we got there). One of the most sweetest sounds I heard was James yelled, "Come!" I almost cried.
The cabin was perfect. Eureka!
We still have a few fun stories. Like figuring out we had all the gear for fly fishing, but no rod. Then the next day, we found out we had 3 fishing poles but no tackle! The kids brought the cleaning supplies to life and made up stories with them. Olivia created a little house. The Wells learned Euchre and 7 up / 7 down.
Quality of the trip:
The way home was hard but 2 hours shorter with 1/2 as many portages. We learned how to use the portage device on the last three. The boys (Max/Lyn) were in my canoe and we had a rhythm going to paddle hard to the end. They were great.
The one thing that gets to me every time I experience God or his wilderness, or a world-wide adventure, is that we step right back into the world. And no one knows what just happened. It is like your entire body wants everyone to hear and relive it, but it is almost unexplainable. But here is the video
During my Christmas longings for sun and adventure (ie Hawaii), my sweet thoughtful husband went online and booked the James Lake Cabin. He carefully picked out the most remote cabin at in the well known Nancy Lake State Recreation. Since it was big, we invited our dear friends to join us.
We had never been on a canoe with camping trip before, but we understood that it wasn't a back packing trip. So, we didn't limit the weight of items at all. We had 6 games, meat galore, two coolers, fishing polls, two queen sized air mattresses, plenty of food, books, firewood, etc. We basically packed as if we were car camping because of the canoe.
Gathering advice from the Tippercanoe people, we took the longer way around because they had shorter portages. The literature said it would be a 3 hour canoe paddle. (not true)
We were concerned about two things:
- that the kids might not keep up with the paddling
- the mosquitoes would drive us crazy
We kinda felt, ugh, the van/truck looks a bit fully packed. But, once we loaded the three canoes, and a kayak. James says,"Okay, this looks okay."
| cinnamon rolls on a stick |
Then the fun began. The rigorousness of the portages can be summed up by a phrase; "We packed as if we were car camping, and then proceded to carry the car fully loaded." At the end there were 13 lakes/13 portages. We all including the kids had to reach down to the bottom of our soles to find the strength and endurance to lift and hike. We had a portage device that we finally learned how to best use it on the rough and ragged terrain after ten portages. James carried on his shoulders two of the lighter canoes. However, the heavy one was often carried by Christina and I. The kayak was extremely heavy and often only the men could move it. The meat cooler was almost 90 lb and was a beast to move. Even the older girls conquered it a few times.
Along the journey, we had many opportunities to praise God. We saw beaver, swan, loons, ducks, and fish. Our heavenly Father gave us strength that could only come from him.
We were paddling after the 5th portage, one of the girls (Hannah or Olivia) spotted black bear at the next portage! I looked and sure enough there were a momma and two cubs. I took out my weapon (Air Horn) and quickly sounded the alarm with short burst of energy. In my mind I knew that is where our canoe was headed and I wanted them far gone by the time I got there. However, to my dismay, the other canoes and kayak didn't get to see the furry black dots as I scared them away. They were disappointed, but we weren't mauled by a momma bear either. Give me a horn, and I will use it.
The last lake was Owl Lake before James lake. We thought we could paddle through. However, Christina and James went on ahead. To our disappointment, they told us to wait and not enter the marshy channel. We did clinging to the hope that we could paddle and bypass this "Portage". I was unsure if I possessed the energy to lift anything. So, we waited. And waited. It was nearing eleven at night and we still were not at the cabin. Dinner was suppose to be when we got there. (if we got there). One of the most sweetest sounds I heard was James yelled, "Come!" I almost cried.
The cabin was perfect. Eureka!
We still have a few fun stories. Like figuring out we had all the gear for fly fishing, but no rod. Then the next day, we found out we had 3 fishing poles but no tackle! The kids brought the cleaning supplies to life and made up stories with them. Olivia created a little house. The Wells learned Euchre and 7 up / 7 down.
Quality of the trip:
- not buggy at all during the day (thanks for praying Ruth)
- amazing steaks to sing about
- great company
- joy of seeing the teenagers set a good example of hard work
- endurance of the journey
- perseverance and strength of James (he has the bruises to prove it)
- stepping out of Steve's comfort zone
- listening to James read to the kids
- good attitudes of the children even when it was hard
- relaxing paddle (can't wait to do it again)
- safety
- getting to spend some quiet time worshipping my King in His breathtaking world
The way home was hard but 2 hours shorter with 1/2 as many portages. We learned how to use the portage device on the last three. The boys (Max/Lyn) were in my canoe and we had a rhythm going to paddle hard to the end. They were great.
The one thing that gets to me every time I experience God or his wilderness, or a world-wide adventure, is that we step right back into the world. And no one knows what just happened. It is like your entire body wants everyone to hear and relive it, but it is almost unexplainable. But here is the video
Labels:
Adventure,
Alaska,
Camping,
Canoe trail,
Family,
Nancy Lake
Monday, June 3, 2013
Wolverine Peak
Have you ever had an experience that you just can't but share? Well, that is what happened yesterday. I awoke from a restless night with an upset stomach. I was dreaded being a female and even more dreary because of the onset of rain. However, since this summer my adventurous husband has coordinated 13 hikes for Sunday Adventures we had a long hiked planned for this day. Often Alaska has rain. We decided that we would just be prepared and hike no matter what *knowing that you can always get warm and sleep in your own dry bed in the evening since they are day hikes.
On the way down, we saw some Ptarmigan.
Nevertheless, it was hard to get my heart around to go. I kinda knew people would back out, but thankfully a few came. We carpooled together. We had an interesting conversation on how to evaluate spiritual growth in ones life. What questions would you or could you ask?
On the ride to Anchorage, the rain pelted down and just got harder and harder. My stomach calmed down, but my heart started to lighten as well when the rain switched to drizzle in Anchorage. About ten minutes before we reached the trail head, the wipers were stopped. NO RAIN.
We eagerly packed our rain gear, scarfed our lunch, prayed and headed on a new trail for 5 out of 6 of us. Great conversations made us oblivious to the terrain. It was a bit muddy but had alternate trails around. We met the Park Ranger coming down and he encouraged us that after 500 meters, we had a clear, dry trail.
After the rock cairn, we were noticing how wet we were. It wasn't just sweat. We were walking in a cloud.
| hiking in a cloud |
As we were nearing the top, it started to get brighter but still cloud locked. I cried out to the Lord, "I know you are the creator of Heaven and Earth. Nothing is too difficult for you. Could you please lift theses clouds so that we can see your majesty?"
I am not joking, but in a few minutes it seemed brighter and brighter. Then we saw a ridge to the left, then a little bit of a ridge to the right. We looked back down the mt and saw a square whole in the clouds to expose the downtown of Anchorage. Climbing, climbing, we got to the top and Shazam! Sun! Mountains~ clear as can be! It was BREATH TAKING!
| a little flower on the edge of the rock |
| the boys still coming up as we are at the top |
| sun and blue in the skies |
| Me and my man |
| At the top enjoying the sun and Annie's Tea and Sara's Steak |
| soaking in the sun at the top! |
| James texting people we made it! |
| The hat I knitted for James |
Rested our feet.
| The pointy one is Wolverine Peak! |
(fastest food ever).
Then we rested. Someone fell asleep while texting. ....
A little video
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