Camp Sherman Classic day. This one didn't go as well, though I didn't really realize it until after I finished.
Today's course was Long in character, which meant more trail and road options and therefore less chaparral. Sort of. I managed to add chaparral to my course, just because it's been a while since I've given blood and I wanted to make sure October was taken care of.
I had a few small mistakes (made 1 and 10 harder than they were, blew by 12 because the veg didn't seem to match) and I was quite tired for the last few controls. My feet were torn up (old shoes seem to have shrunk?) and I was hobbling a bit for the second half of the course... but all of that didn't seem to add up to being so very much slower than everyone else.
The "highlight" of the day, and the source of my slowness, it turns out, was the big green hill. We had all anticipated having to climb this sucker the night before and had considered the options for going up and down. There were three apparently viable routes - one up a supposedly clear/forested streambed, one through supposedly mostly white forest, and one on a supposed trail. I had pretty much decided before I started that, given the bingo nature of getting through the vegetation, I'd take a trail option if it were viable.
There was indeed a trail option, slightly out of the way of the obvious route up the streambed. I didn't like the straight option because the vegetation is sketchy and I didn't want to have to clamber over rocks and pick through junk, which just seemed very slow and tiresome (hill is ~125m). I figured even with the extra distance and a bit of extra climb that the trail option was quite reasonable, especially since I was bound to move a lot faster. The trail turned out to be fairly unclear, and wasn't super fast, but I still figured I was making good uphill progress. That is, until I reached the top, mapped as scattered junk but in reality composed of large sections of solid junk. I have no idea how long it took me to hack across, but looking at the splits now I figure at least 10 or 12 minutes, given that it took me almost 7 on the way back to the next control. Ouch.
Frustrated with the colors on the map I decided to go back the way I'd come, figuring that it'd be easier to follow the trail on the way down having already used it once. It was slow. Clearly I took the worst route up and possibly a bad choice on the way down, too. The only thing is, looking at the map, it still seems like an okay choice - or maybe I'm crazy or destined to always make horrible route choices since I can't seem to tell which ones are ridiculously stupid. Had I known that the top of the hill would be so nasty I probably wouldn't have done it, but I don't feel that there's any way of knowing that from the map. I feel duped.
There was a map exchange, so 2 maps. Map 1
and map 2.
Ron Hudson in 1:32 and then a whole lot of people between us, including Tapio in 1:38 and Jan in 1:48.