Race Report: IA Games Adventure Race

Race: Iowa Games Adventure Race
Date: June 8, 2008
Location: Boone, IA
Length: 5-8 hour sprint adv race (~25-30 miles)
Official Time: 6:19:00
Official Finish: 2nd place 4-person men / 10th out of 41 overall

With an unseasonably high amount of rain for the region, I had begun to wonder whether race officials would be postponing the race in favor of a drier day. Obviously, that would have provided easier access to the river basins for the area we were slated to participate at. But the word came down the day before the event from IA Games officials that we were moving forward with the race as intended. Only a few slight changes were to be announced at the pre-race meeting. And so, after picking up our team members (Mark, Bryce, and Van) on race morning around 6AM, including loads of mountain bikes & adventure racing gear, we headed our way an hour's drive north to the Seven Oaks Recreation complex near Boone amidst torrential rainfalls.

Once we arrived at the transition area (aka: the parking lot), the rain graciously subsided enough for us to erect our large canopy tent under which we busily set about making final preparations and gear tweaks. Race check-in and gear-check promptly began at 8AM, then it was back to any last minute tasks. We had been instructed to stage our bikes at the top of the ski slope, and completed this with ample time to spare. A few local teams we knew stopped by and we exchanged the usual "good luck" and "be careful out there". But conversations quickly moved to the weather and ultimately what courses we might be taking. You see, with adventure racing, anything goes. Literally.

This type of team sport combines a variety of disciplines, or skills, in any order the race director sees fit. These might include any of the following: orienteering/navigation, mountain biking (singletrack and gravel), running, paddling, climbing/rappeling, and a host of other mystery challenges tossed in for good measure along the way. Throughout the race your team is tasked with locating checkpoints (CPs), which are either manned with race personnel or unmanned with only a signature punching device. No two races are ever the same, and you won't typically learn what your race will contain until the race begins. Also, races aren't normally measured in distances, though some early information normally offered up will give teams a chance to make some adequate preparations. Instead, they are measured in hours or days. While this day's particular race was roughly considered a "sprint" race (6-8 hours), we have been in races that have lasted days. Training and preparation there is crucial. Seriously…try spending eight hours in a canoe on a large river system, force yourself to mountain bike 40-60 miles of gnarly singletrack, then navigate through the Ozark mountains at night. Let's just say, this sport is not normally considered for the faint of heart. And, though the race be small, today would be no exception.

Lining up for the start of the race, each team's set of maps/instructions were secretly stashed in the captain's backpack and groups of two (teams consisted of 2-4 person teams) were tied together three-legged style for, what looked to be, a mad dash up the muddy ski slope to the top of the long hill. Only after the official "go" sounded were we able to tear into the instructions. At that moment, we learned we would need to simply race on foot up the hill to where our bikes were staged, then navigate through 6-7 miles of muddy backwoods singletrack back to the transition area (TA) for the next leg of the race. Quickly stashing the maps and papers into my waterproof mapcase hanging around my neck, we all wildly dashed up the slope. Easier said than done. Each step tied together had to be precisely timed, since any slip in the mud only brought us done to our knees. Finally getting our timing down to an art, Bryce and I made quick work of the hill and released our tie strap from our ankles just as our other team group arrived. Stowing the straps in our packs, we ran to the bike transition area and mounted up for what would later be considered the ride of our lives.

Following the trail along the upper rim of the ski slope, we entered the backwoods with a few other teams, only about 3-4 teams back from the leaders. We didn't need to travel much more than a few yards in before realizing that these trails were unfortunately clogged with the worst tire-sucking mud we'd ever encountered. You could only ride about 5-10 meters before you either came upon a section of trail that was unrideable or was washed out completely. A few scant areas we found manageable along the way allowed us to run with our bikes along the trail, but they didn't appear often. The climax of this harrowing section occurred roughly 3-4 miles along the winding trails, when the chain snapped off Mark's bike. A quick inspection in the rain and mud found the chain to be fixable. However, after 20 minutes of attempting to rejoin the links proved impossible, we instead decided to ride/push the bike out to the TA area where we would have additional tools. Of course, the next few miles of singletrack between us and there proved to be the toughest, as we continued to slog back and forth up the narrow and twisting switchbacks until we finally reached the summit. Pushing off from the crest of the hill near the ski lift, we rode the mud all the way to the bottom where we were suprisingly greeted by race management with a garden hose. Thankfully, we used this to quickly wash off the additional 10-20 pounds of caked mud both our bikes and ourselves had picked up during the past two and a half hours of racing. Once the broken bike was washed off, and we could actually see what we were fixing, we ran to our transition tent. Using his superior bike talents, Van managed to remove two full links from the chain and proceeded to bash the remaining pin back into the chain with a rock from the parking lot. We were off again.

Heading out of the TA on bike, we hopped over to the opposite side of Hwy 30 and traveled east for a mile to where the next challenge awaited us…the canoeing and portaging section of the race. Originally, we learned, the race had intended to send teams down the Des Moines River, but then reconsidered after the past week's worth of rain had swollen the waterway past emergency specifications. So, instead, we were tasked with paddling a large gravel pit area while obtaining a single checkpoint punch. Sounds easy, until you factor in that you had to bring your bikes WITH you during this portion. That's where the those straps from the three-legged race come in. With two persons to a canoe, the trick is you each lay your bikes down over the middle thwart, or horizontal crossbeam, so that the top bike lays opposite on top of the other. You have to find the sweet spot in order to get them to balance each other, otherwise your canoe will be too heavy on one side and you'll tip. Then tie both top tubes to the thwart using the strap...voila! Of course, then trying to get said canoe down a steep 12-foot embankment to the water without losing anything was another unique challenge in itself, but we both managed and off we went gliding through the waters. Crossing a smaller body of water, we soon learned the only route to the larger body where the CP was located involved a 200-250 meter portage through rough terrain. So, off came the bikes, and a couple of trips were made through the woods to the next water section. Finally, after dropping back down into the water and a few long minutes of hasty paddling, we spotted our flag punch among the tall weeds. We quickly grabbed it just as another 4-person mens team entered the scene. Then we made quick work of covering the final quarter mile of waterway, putting some distance between us and the other team there, and a bit of additional portaging before we were back on our bikes heading towards downtown Boone.

After heading up a long uphill portion of Old Hwy 30 into the west outskirts of Boone, and now over three hours already into our race, we scouted our route for a convenience store where we could purchase a little Mt. Dew refreshment fuel for Van. Little did we know, but we would also have the chance to pick the brain of a local who knew the area better than we. Our race instructions had told us we needed to locate a challenge site in a particular city park. However, like most adventure races, it didn't give us explicit directions on which roadways we needed to take. Finding a rundown bait shop, with an overly-talkative owner, we soon exited without the soda but with directions needed to find a relatively unknown backroad into the park. At least it would save us a few extra minutes of searching. Carrying on, we rode paceline-style for a few miles, including a long stretch through a few quaint but populated city streets. I'm sure the pedestrians there were quite shocked to see our motley group of individuals; wet and entirely covered with mud from the past few hours of intense off-road racing. However we didn’t care, as our turn into the park quickly came up and we returned to game-on mode again.

The special park event ended up being a team memory challenge. Arriving at our destination, we were greeted again by friendly and enthusiastic race personnel who then directed us over to new vehicle deposited there by the main sponsor of the race, Toyota. Our instructions were to pore over the vehicle, an 2008 FJ Cruiser, and memorize as many minute details as we could...from the sales sticker all the way down to the VIN number...apparently, anything was game. The, once we were ready, we biked further on to another location where we were quizzed on perhaps a dozen features we had seen. Things like, MSRP price, options, mileage, etc. Luckily, the only incorrect answers we had were true or false-related, so to fix the answer was quick (the alternative being having to return to the vehicle again). We then dropped our bikes for the next leg of the race.

This next challenge involved carrying logs and brush piles approximately 250-300 meters. Though some of these logs were huge, luckily we were still feeling somewhat fresh and we pulled this off in faster fashion than we thought. Finishing up, we were handed yet another map and set of instructions which detailed an orienteering section through the wooded portions of the large park we were currently in. Orienteering, or as some people commonly refer to as navigating, is a skill every team needs to be good at. It involves the use of a topographical map and a compass to help locate checkpoints throughout an expansive area. Typically, the area is a heavily wooded portion with considerable elevation changes. The park we happened to be in wasn't pronouncably (is that a word?) hilly, but it did have some reentrant or ravine systems that could easily make racers think twice about any intended path. Confidently, we set off in a northerly direction to find the first CP. After a hike, we collected the punch and proceeded to run a muddy access road south for a while until an open meadow showed us the location of the next flag. From there, it was up a long steep hill up and back into the woods for a series of winding trails and brush-hacking until we had located each of the eight mandatory checkpoints. The final being situated across a large, and deep, divide that took a little effort. Then a quick run back north to the bike transition area and on to our final challenge...golf?

We had been given instructions to follow the main road south out of Boone, down to a popular country club a few miles away. There we found our next challenge sitting on the tee-off area. The race official proceeded to explain that the challenge was to hit a golf ball approximately 100 meters into a couple of hula hoops laying on the fairway. For each ball we hit into the hoops, our team would have 30 seconds deducted from our final overall time. At five balls each, that calculated to a free 10 minutes...couldn't be easier, right? Wrong. Right-handers had to use left-handed clubs, and vise-versa. Say what? Okay, I'm not admitting I could hit the ball with the proper club in the first place (actually, I can't), but using the opposite club only compounded the problem for each of us. In the end, the closest we came was only 20 feet away from a hoop, and we had wasted over 10 minutes doing so. Groan...oh well, it was fun at least.

Receiving our final instructions to utilize a specific winding and hilly gravel road to our south in order to head back to the main transition area, we jumped onto the bikes for the final push home. Strategically placed, this particular road had a rather gruesome hill that sapped much of what little strength we had left. Conveniently, I had brought along a bike-towing system that allowed me to tow Van, whose knees were beginning to feel painful at this point. Finding the last CP along the way, we came out onto Hwy 30 in a driving rain and turned west for the long and fast downhill coast across the Des Moines River and back into Seven Oaks park. There, race officials had created a makeshift finish line (the wind and rain kept them constantly running for cover) and we proudly wheeled over the finish line in unison…a full six hours and 19 minutes after this creative race had begun.

All told, the rough estimates show we raced a total of: 7 miles muddy singletrack biking, 1.5 miles paddling/portaging, 4-5 miles orienteering, 15-16 miles gravel/paved biking, and only about 2 miles of actual running.

As we pushed our bikes back to our transition tent, we were greeted loudly by a wet group of family and friends who provided congratulations and some much-needed hugs. They were a great set of troopers who had followed and cheered us on, literally, from start to finish the entire way. We cannot express how appreciative we were that they braved the storms and weather that day just to see us race together. To be completely honest, it just isn't a race unless someone's there to experience it with you.

Finding our way into the ski chalet, we found the building relatively empty except for a team or two trying to seek shelter from the constant rain outside. Apparently, only a handful of the 41 registered teams had finished so far. We set about doing our best to clean ourselves up, and soon found some comfortable chairs to relax into and chat about our race experience, as our kids released their pent up energies by chasing each other around. A while later, after numerous cookies and watermellon slices, the race director approached and apologized that there wouldn't be a post-race ceremony due to the amount of teams still out on the course. She informed us that we had finished 10th overall and congratulated our team for being in the top three teams for the 4-person mens category, then handed each of us a 2nd-place finisher plaque. You mean to tell us we just medaled at the Iowa Games?? We had raced our hearts completely out, and even though we had an hour of cumulative downtime due to a broken chain incident early on, we'd still managed to finish on the podium. Just incredible…those results made us all completely humbled!

I have raced in countless adventure races, but this particular race will go down as one of the favorites, if not also the muddiest race ever, I've participated in. Just the experience of the gnarly singletrack alone, where the mud was so bad the tires on our bikes wouldn't even turn, was rewarding enough. You only typically see that type of action on advanced, multi-day races. And I couldn't have found better teammates anywhere…each of these guys were extremely awesome. I'm looking forward to our next adventurous escapade -- ahem, this year possibly?! -- when we can combine our talent, skills, knowledge, and eagerness to go that extra mile again for and with one another again.

So, what have I learned? Well, here's some quick post-race advice...

• Do carry an extra bike chain in your transition gear, or at least a master replacement link or two in your bike pouch...odds are you'll need it one day.
  
  
• Don't ski down muddy trail hills on your feet while holding onto your bike next to you...it's just as terrifying if you ride it all the way down in the first place.
  
  
• Do practice your golf strokes with alternative-handed clubs...it may come in handy in some weird adventure challenge someday.
  
  
• Don't navigate through the woods in early summer without long trekking pants while the poison ivy is thick and waist high...just don't do it.
  
  
• Do race the hardest you can, as far as you can, for as long as you can, with your best friends...the experience IS priceless.