Last Tuesday, I turned 50, a half century of years! So, for my b'day week, I did two big things: I ran over 50 miles for the week, plus did yesterday's Forest Park 50K trail run. And what a trail run!
Leading up to the race, it was rain Friday. Then warm and muggy on Saturday, which led into downpours and lightning and thunder most of the night, leading to misty and drizzle Sunday morning. Forest Park is a huge park in the west hills above Portland, with miles and miles of trails. And yesterday's trails - well, you'll see...
There were 300 people signed up for the different run distances -- 10K, 20K, 30K, and 50K. And two portapotties -- the park bathrooms were locked! So many of the runners looked for bushes and trees to hide behind, and others of us opted to aim for the "little blue house" at the 10K aid station. Talking in the portapotty line, met several runners who had done other 50Ks, but didn't know the trails here. But they recommended taking the course 10K at a time, since that's how the aid stations were placed. Here's the start, from Lower Maclay trailhead park:
With the clouds and the rain and the forest, many of my pics blurred, but here are some from the first 10K section. The first mile plus was along the creek. Beautiful, wet forest. And, I wore Rachel's picture again:
This race had lots of ups and downs, some steep with switchbacks, some straight up the muddy trail, then the first 10K aid station:
The 10K-20K stretch turned out to be more than just 10K! Here's how the trail started, beautiful but muddy, once we got off the firelane where the aid station was:
The trail went up, and up, and up, then down, and down, and down, and ended us up on the firelane that turned out to be part of the loop that the 30K runners were taking!
The 30K runners we met coming the other way were very sympathetic with our situaton, and some of them knew the trails well enough to direct us to Koenig Trail, the small one they came down, to go up to meet with our trail again. It was a steep, but really pretty section of trail, and we were so glad at the top to see our set of trail ribbons again! Here are some pics:
Back on 'our' trail again, and on the way to the next aid station. The strawberries are just blossoming here, and finally, the rain is starting to lessen. Not enough to take off the jacket, though.
The 3rd 10K section, 20K-30K, was the hardest of the sections. It had some easy down at first, and where we met runners coming back on the loop, they were warning us about a really dangerous and slippery place on the trail, where lots of people were falling. Other runners were turning around, not wanting to even check out how dangerous it was. We kept going...
My camera was so wet, that when I'd take a picture, it couldn't close the lens when I turned it off. Either Karen's gloved finger or my shirt (didn't want to put fingerprints on the camera lens) had to nudge it shut. So the camera stayed in my pocket most of this section. But I did take it out when we came to a real slick, slick uphill section. The mud was a really sticky clay-feeling mud, and it was the steep section we thought we'd heard about:
After I took the pic, the camera went back in my pocket, for I needed two hands to balance and grab tree branches to hold on to! But the trail went on, and we later found out what THE danger spot was...
The "10" sign marked a gas line at the top of a very steep hill! The camera doesn't show how steep it was. See how muddy the trail is? See how Karen is going down ahead of me in the ferns? Did you know that clumps of sword ferns can support adult weight being clutched by runners trying to stay upright going down that hill?
Whew! The bottom! Flat for awhile, then what does down has to go back up to make the loop!
Next, we came to where the power lines were, but we still weren't back at the top, for that was where the aid station was.
The section just before the aid station, with the couple ahead of us, the woman saw a huge, brown animal move very quickly across the trail in front of us. She was very nervous about it being a bear or mountain lion. I went ahead, talking as I went. Turns out there was one footprint on the trail, and we couldn't find any ahead in the brush. The guys at the aid station thought it must have been a bear. It wasn't hungry for runners, I guess!
Karen's sister, Kate, was great support, meeting her at every aid station. Karen changed socks here. Kate is an expert at ultras, and helped Leslie, who was having a hard day, to finish! 30K is 19 miles or so, more than halfway!
On the trail again, on the way to the first aid station, which would now be the 4th aid station, for 40K. This should've all been the same trail as coming out, but since we 'came out' with the extra miles, it was unknown territory going back. There was a lot of slick and muddy uphill! I timed it from where we met the trail the first time back to where we had lost it, and it was only 40 minutes. So if you call it 15 minutes/mile, we did at LEAST one more mile on the route! It was dry, and occasional sunshine now, and I left my jacket tied around my waist now.
It was like walking up a mud creek for a while! We're talking sloppy!
Had to sit down and put my feet up for that picture -- that's not a suntan on my legs, it's caked on mud!
We got to the stone house! Found out it was built in the 1930s by WPA, as a trail restroom, beautiful stone work. The water line washed out in Oregon's 1962 Columbus Day storm, and with the building aging and vandalism over the years, they just gutted the building, leaving the stone walls. It's still a good stopping point along the creek!
One mile to go! We were along the creek again, and the last mile went by really fast. I wanted it to keep going on, yet I was glad we were almost done, too...
There's the bridge -- we're at the park. And it feels strange to run on the asphalt path again!
The Karen's are first time 50Kers! :) We enjoyed the finish goodies and sharing stories while we waited for Leslie to finish. Karen's sister, Kate, went out to meet her, and they met a computer running buddy in person out on the trail. Leslie had a hard day, but she had a strong finish!
After Leslie came in, we found the real restrooms were open again. I had brought a change of clothes in my Flying Pig plastic bag, and chose to change (and clean up a little, with the help of some baby wipes) and not keep wearing the muddy shoes. I took a picture of my legs in the bathroom...
After getting home and getting a real shower, Reggie took me out to Chevy's in Lake Oswego. Our friend/sister, Sharyl, met us there -- she brought me a really cute penguin for my b'day. We had fresh guacamole that was wonderful!
Happy 50th B'day!
Here's what the elevation chart for the 50K looked like, from pctrailruns.com (serious fun!):