Pangea - Luminescent AR, Elite 8hr

Pangea hosted an 8hr adventure race that started at 10pm and ended at 6am.  No, I did not flip the pm's and am's.  It was entirely overnight.

Team Canyoneros - Nate Whitaker (left), Chris Roda, Hien Nguyen

Prologue
Ron Eaglin, the course designer, started our prologue with an "easter egg hunt" for 8 letters that spelled out a word.  These letters were scattered throughout the small park at RiverBreeze Park.  Once you had enough letters to solve the word, you could check back in to the Main TA for one CP.  Canyoneros blasted out of the start, found 4 letters, and solved the puzzle in 7 minutes--faster than every team except one.  With that said, we were giving chase to a nationally-ranked team, AR Militia, in the canoeing portion.

race instructions

Canoe
I measured every leg of the route we chose ahead of time and it ended up around 15km of total distance.  At a conservative 15minute per km pace (our slower average), it would end up taking us a little over 3.5hrs, and that's not getting lost at all.  One look at the map and you'll see that it's like scattered puzzle pieces on the floor--islands everywhere.  And you had to find the right path to weave in and out of the land forms...and you had to do it at night time.  Everything looked the same from the viewpoint inside the canoe.  Our flashlight often couldn't travel far enough to see key islands.  Yet two CPs in and we were still in second.

Gradually that changed as we got messed up by the nightly navigation.  At one point, I wanted to navigate my team from CP5 to CP6, but ran into CP7, 1½km away...OUT OF PURE LUCK!  Let's just say we were so happy to get off the boats after that :)  We were told we were the 4th team back from the boat leg, which sparked encouragement back in us after that chaos.  This paddling portion contained the most difficult navigation I have ever taken on.

Bike
As a team, we are the strongest on this portion, physically and navigationally (mainly because you can use pedometers to track distance).  We made easy work on the north side consisting of CP16, 12, 13, 14, and 11, before checking in at the Trek TA (transition area).  I think we were one of the first ones through the trails up north off of Volco Rd.  The fallen logs and unkept trails made it a banana-spider jungle!

race map

Trek
We took some big chances on routes here, had some great success, and experienced some excrutiating failures.  Here's a funny one...On our way to CP24, we used the fence of the water plant as a handrail.  However, none of us kept track of the bearing, so we did one complete loop to back to the beginning (you can laugh).  Apparently, we didn't catch-on that all we did was take multiple left turns.

Next up was CP25 and then 26.  We figured from CP26, we could take a bearing straight to the mapped road, about 150m southwest to it.  I'm not sure that trail existed because we bushwhacked through some crazy forestry and shrubbery until we hit some private property.  Needless to say, three unleashed dogs stopped us from going back on the right path to CP28, so we had to jog the long way back to the Trek TA and grab CP28 from the other side.

CP23, 27, and then 28 came and went.  We had about 1½hrs left after that so we figured it would be best to find CP19, 18, and 17 next because they would be the same ones for the next bike section, freebies basically.  We found CP19 after two attempts and couldn't find any others, even though we spent a good amount of time trying.  The routes we took on the way back were horrendous, but we finally got our bikes back and headed to the finish, checking in at 7:59:57 with 3 seconds to spare.


Conclusion
We finished the race disappointed but having a great appreciation for night races.  It's like learning to navigate all over again.  The night brings upon so many new elements...mainly being blind to most things until you travel up close to it to confirm.  During the day time, you can confirm miles away, almost.  Learning how to navigate and race in the night is a necessary evil though.  We need this skill to improve in the longer, more adventurous 30hr to multi-day races.  It'll also make it much easier to race during the day.

I apologize for not having any during-race pictures this time.  Unfortunately, the GoPro does not record night footage very well so I did not carry one.

Race Details and Results
http://www.pangeaadventureracing.com/event-details/events/2012-luminescent-ar

Pangea Adventure Racing Facebook
http://www.facebook.com/pangeaadventureracing

Bike Stats
distance - 32.20km
moving time - 2:16:23
avg. speed - 14.16kph
max speed - 32.40kph
avg. cadence - 64

Run Distance ~10miles
Paddling Distance ~10km

Pangea - Scar AR, Elite 6hr

We raced the 6hr so fast and flawlessly, we cleared the course and found 22 control points in 4hrs 6min!  A new record for Canyoneros--our best performance ever.

Canyoneros - Nate Whitaker (left), Brian Ruth, Hien Nguyen

A new race format was introduced on this event.  There were 27 CPs plotted, but we only had to find 22.  We spent the morning measuring, thinking, and figuring out which points were the worst bang for the buck and dropped them.  We also built in some cushion CPs just in case we could not locate some of the later ones.  It made sense for us, because up until this race, we had never found every point in a single event yet.

race map

race instructions

Canoeing
The race started with the water portion.  We headed straight for CP8, knowing the majority would start with CP9 and bottleneck the punchcards.

teams lining up for the start

Paddling, swimming, pushing, and even surfing, in all different directions, we adventure racers do what we must when time is ticking.  Once we broke away from the pack, we gave chase to the leading teams.

We grabbed CP 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2 (in that order), and then headed back.  We were fast and on a roll, so we went for CP2 instead of 9, even though distance-wise, it made sense to get 9 at the end, instead.

jungle river

Our one canoe was powered by three athletes, a first for us.  The removable seat sat low...very low.  Brian squatted in, took one for the team, and paddled from the middle.  It was not comfortable at first, and it never got better.  In fact, his ass went numb within 20 minutes.  Brian is always willing to endure whatever it takes for the glory of the team.

As we approached the furthest CPs, we met less and less teams.  Were we going that fast?  We also met a team who capsized in the river.  Without a foothold at the bottom of the river, you cannot flip this hefty vessel over when it's filled with water until you swim to the side to dump it out.

team who capsized

Biking

Once at the TA, we transitioned into bikes and made quick work of CP 17, 18, 15, 13, 12, 14, and 16 (in that order, a rather counter-clockwise sweep).  Only 2hrs into the race and we were already starting to experience leg cramps.  That's what the heat can do to you.  We reacted by loading up on electrolytes, food, and water.

most trails in this park looked the same anywhere you went

Nate "the Great" making his debut as a Canyonero (left); Brian, our Master CP Attacker, gaining supernatural CP attacking powers with every subsequent race (right)

CP 12 had no visible attack points, except for a large depression that could have been extremely subtle in real life or worse, overgrown with vegetation as to not be distinctive at all, so I precisely measured that distance from the last Y-intersection five times during the morning strategy session.  I wanted to make sure that I was extraordinarily accurate on this one.  Sure enough, once my pedometer hit 1.6km on our way there, Nate bolted into the forest and immediately found it.  Bullseye!

We opted not to get CP 11 and 10 on bike, and as luck would have it, we heard of horrible reports of people attempting for them.

Running

Two minutes was all it took for us to transition out of the Main TA from biking to running.  On this section, all of us were experiencing some form of leg cramp.  We were pushing ourselves.  It was tough to swallow down a food bar while your heart rate hovered around 80% max, so we drank and drank.

At CP20, I had the guys recount and confirm that we only had two more CPs to find.  I did the same with my race notes.  It was at that pivotal location that CP19 provided our cushion (in case we could not find any previous CPs).  Nate and Brian confirmed that we were good to go, so we started our return route towards CP21.

vast stretches of palmetto fields

Thus far, we had taken the route of CP 24, 25, 27, 26, 22, and 20, and had just CP 21 and 23 left--another counter-clockwise sweep.  All were easy to us, except our final CP23.  It was so overgrown there with a studdering trail that vaguely matched the faintly mapped trail.  We attacked, re-attacked, and kept attacking until Brian found it.  Despite being our most difficult CP to find, it only took ten minutes.

Conclusion

It felt so great to punch the last CP.  I hollered for a time check and was met with, "we are only 3hrs 50min into the race."  Astounding!  I estimated we had about 1-1½ kilometers to jog left.  We imagined the finish line and gave it all we had, and then increased the intensity even more when the end was in sight.  Checking in at the Main TA, it felt so surreal, yet so exciting to have finished the race with 2hrs left.  We finally had what it took to rank near the top level teams--no flukes!

Race Details and Results

http://www.pangeaadventureracing.com/event-details/events/2012-scar-ar

Race Photos

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Pangea Adventure Racing Facebook

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Paddle Stats

distance - 9km

Bike Stats
distance - 13.29km
moving time - 55min 27sec
avg. speed - 14.38kph
max speed - 25.31kph
avg. cadence - 53rpm

Run Stats
distance - 8.25km

Pangea - Atomic AR, Elite 30hr

It had been past nightfall for hours, somewhere around 4am.  Many teams had already been well beyond the rapids, safely making it across with the help of some daylight from the evening before.  Most say it was madness to take a heavy, cumbersome canoe into a river with rapids, let alone in pitch darkness, almost blind to the rocks ahead.  You could hear the relentless roar as you approached.  If you clipped a rock going down, the power of the water spun your canoe around, often flipping and capsizing it as you fell down the steps.  Cold, soaked wet, and shivering in the pouring rain, Canyoneros continued to push forward into the unknown, in the most epic part of our race.  (continued below...)

Saturday

Beautiful Scenery
The race started with a 32 minute sprint across creeks, up smaller mountains, and alongside the lake, followed by a long bike ride.  The view up in Georgia is like nothing we have seen in Florida.  Riding to the top of mountains provided such breathtaking scenery as you looked off of a cliff and into the distance.

punishing the quads going uphill

Downhill Biking

Many sections of the bike portion had you pushing your bikes uphill to enjoy a nice long coasting ride downhill immediately after.  This is where a full suspension bike would have been appreciated.  You picked up so much speed going downhill that you had to constantly be on the brakes (at least we Floridians did), otherwise, you risk being flown off a cliff.  It was very intense.  There were areas where you smelled burning brake pad from the people in front of you!

bikewhacking through forestry is a lot more pleasant in Georgia

no sharp palmettos here

but poison ivy scattered everywhere!

teams banding together for the good of the whole

sniffing out pre-made trails

Here, you ducked down low and pedaled as fast as you could in a single file line.  Vehicle speed limit was 35mph here.  Brian hit 44mph!  Where's the bicycle cop?  What?!

hitting speeds of almost 45mph on downhill pavement

crossing bridges

Swim Across River with Bikes?
We were faced with the decision of taking the long route on bike to CP13 or cutting the distance down tremendously by trekking through forest and swimming across a river with your bike.  We chose to stay dry and biked the long road.  Sure enough, we ran into a team whom we had met at the previous CP12, which suggested both route options produced identical times.  Most people who swam across reported how much it sucked.

walking the bikes to conserve energy and last 30hrs

Brian, our Master CP Attacker, trekking up a 2600ft mountain at a constant crazy incline

lots of clay provided color to the ground

Chased by Mountain Man with Shotgun
We feared for our lives when we crossed into private property by accident, thinking we were on the main road, when in fact, we were on a smaller trail that ran parallel to the main road.  Mountain man came chasing and yelling at us for about 200yds.  Greg decided it was smarter to just stop and listen to what he had to say, rather than risk being shot at in the distance.  He marched us back to his house where he diverted us onto the main road...phew!

"get off my land!"

Night Orienteering on Foot
We stopped by a small and friendly family-owned burger joint at the Boat TA.  Our dinner took a while to cook but it was much needed calories for the team.  While we waited, I reviewed the gigantic map which was so large I could have used it as a blanket.  There was still daylight in the evening as we set off into the woods for the foot portion of the race.

creatures in the Georgia woods

We saw many fresh animal footprints on the ground.  Everyone was on guard in case anything popped out of the woods.

Once night set in, things went haywire for us.  It was so dark at night in the woods, that if you did not have a flashlight, you were in complete blackness.  On map, CP20 appeared very straightforward to get to.  We used the clearing south of it to use as an attack point.  Go north 200m and hit the creek, where the control point was to be found.

Blair Witch comes to mind

About 50m of bushwhacking, my compass flipped on me.  What used to be north was now northwest.  In my experience, the compass was always right.  Even when I thought the compass was wrong in the past, it always turned out I was the one who was wrong.  So this time, I pretended that I didn't just see that happen and continued to plow trees down in the new North (which was still northwest).  20m later, the compass flipped again!  We backtracked and started again.  I brushed this abnormality off a couple more times until I realized we were going in a circle!  We were seeing the same fallen trees!  What was going on??

I double checked my teammates' compasses and theirs reported the same anomaly.  There's only one thing that can skew a compass--metal.  Maybe there was an iron deposit beneath us.  Maybe ghosts were playing with us.  Whatever it was, we took the bearing of whatever north was at that location and said "let's commit and run into this creek or river."  Unfortuntely, the north there headed us northeast...

one arrow shows direct path to CP20, the other blue arrow shows the path I think we actually took

...we slowly bushwhacked further and further away.  Time churned and churned.  People were getting disgruntled.  Then...we heard a river.  Brian said it came from one direction, Greg said it came from another, Foster another, and I disagreed with all.  Perhaps our tiredness allowed delirium and irritability to set in.  But hearing the rapids from the river sparked some optimism of understanding where we were.

Alas, the sound of the rapids got louder and louder and we finally approached the river.  Our compass was showing the correct direction at this time so we went west to hit this creek, keeping close enough to the river as to not get lost again.  Foster finally honed in on CP20, and we headed west towards a mapped bridge near Dial TA (the boat transition area).


Sunday

Crossing the River with a Rope
As if the time spent finding CP20 did not crush team morale, the bushwhack towards the bridge made us lose almost all determination.  No!  Canyoneros never lose determination.  Canyoneros always move forward, never backward.  The time was around 1am.  We took one look at the river and realized that we had no idea how deep it was, how powerful it was, and what kind of visibility we would have once we went swimming in it.

We continued to use the river as a rail, bushwhacking west through thick forestry.  One kilometer later, I figured we were halfway to the bridge.  We had another kilometer to go.  Bushwhacking through thick forest is a very slow process.  You move 10m every minute.  It could take 30min to trek one kilometer.  We kept peeking at the river every 20 meters, shining light into and hoping to find a shallow area.  People were mumbling words of frustration--if only we could just swim across.

Eventually, bitterness trumped judgment and we just went for it.  We chose to cross the river where the rapids were--typically shallower areas, yet more powerful stream.  Brian rigged up a rope where we all held onto.  Greg and Foster are heavier and were at the ends to be used as anchors.  If one guy slipped and fell, he had the support of three others.  We spotted rocks poking through the river's surface and walked near them.  Waist deep in chilling water, we firmly planted each foot before moving the next and gradually made it across safely.

Paddling in the River with Rapids...in Darkness...with Pouring Rain...and Freezing Water

(continued from the intro...)

It took us about 30minutes to transition out of Dial TA--checking in, filling up on water, getting our gear packed, and attaching our glow sticks.  Next time we'll prepare better.  It rained and the water was pitch black.  Rocks crept up on you.  I became a full time flashlight man, hand high in the air while holding the torch, often times for both canoes.

Brian and I started off slower and learned the technique of passing rapids.  We capsized twice before hitting the first CP on boat.  I'm not sure how Greg and Foster did it, but they zipped ahead with little light.  Eventually the score was 2 to 1, Brian/my boat flipping over more than Greg/Foster's.  We were laughing it up, enjoying the shocking cold, humiliation, and wildness.

Eventually, luck took a turn and Greg/Foster rang off several more canoe flips in a row.  The demoralized look on their faces was getting serious now.  We knew they could only handle so many plunges in the frigid water.

And then the big one happened.  Brian and I stayed ahead and got lodged at the rock seen in the pic below--immediately after a rapid falloff.  Greg/Foster awkwardly negotiated the first drop sideways and sure enough, flipped their canoes.  Brian and I watched helplessly as they floated down the rocks, holding onto their canoes for dear life.  We shouted "feet up! FEET UP!" as a reminder that you want to pass by shallow rocks with your feet forward, not your back or head.

They were able to maneuver their body in that position, but the canoe dragged them too fast and they let go. Greg continued to float down the river until he smacked into a large boulder and climbed on top of it.  Foster instinctively held onto shallow ground and tried to make his way to our lodged boat.  He made it halfway before he slipped and got pulled along with the vigorous water.

Brian and I knew this one was of immediate danger, so we got off of our boat and forced it free.  Our canoe spun 360 degrees down the gushing water but we managed to control it and stay afloat.  Foster held on to all hopes of survival seeing us coming towards him.  The piercing cold drew upon some adrenaline that gave him the strength to dive into our canoe in a second without toppling it over.

Greg was battered on top of a large boulder as we powered our canoe over to him.  He got aboard and we set off to recover one of their overthrown paddles.  Their other paddle was forever lost upstream.  Their capsized canoe drifted down the river, upside down--a symbol of the battle we just fought.  Another team (I believe Team Sunrift) watched in horror from the side on higher ground as we negotiated this rescue.  Eventually, Greg/Foster's canoe got held up on some rocks near a beaver dam which allowed us to salvage it.  With only three paddles amongst four brave souls, we twisted one apart in half so that every one had something to paddle with and to continue the race.

I think the final score was 8-2 canoe capsizes, with Greg/Foster losing :)

Building a Fire
Half the team had uncontrollable shaking when the morning rose with the coldest temps of the night, bringing a nagging wind that tinged your clothing cold.  We pulled over and created a fire under a concave earth structure with whatever dry branches and pine needles we could gather.  We spent a good amount of time here to warm up and eat, before paddling our way back on calmer waters to the main transition area to finish the race.

sweeping landscapes

Conclusion
Atomic AR was the most memorable adventure that team Canyoneros has ever experienced.  There were genuine dangers that pushed our mental perseverance to the limits and made this race beyond exhilirating.  The majestic mountainous scenery, the downhill biking, mountain man with shotgun, disorienting night bushwhacking, the miserable rain, the bone chilling river rapids, the warming campfire, the camaraderie of other teams...we would endure anything to relive the adrenaline rush these moments provided.

Team Canyoneros - Hien Nguyen (left), Greg Watson, Robert Foster, Brian Ruth

Race Details and Results
http://www.pangeaadventureracing.com/event-details/events/2012-atomic-ar

Race Photos
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Bike Stats
Distance - 50.42km (31.33 miles)
Avg. Speed - 10.3kph (6.4mph)
Max Speed - 61.97kph (38.5mph)
Avg. Cadence - 55

Paddling Stats
Distance - ~27.5km (17 miles)

Running Stats
Distance ~10 miles?