Orienteer race 5:58:00 [3]
shoes: Icebug MR2 811
CAOC Snowgaine VIII
I love this race. I often find myself gazing off through the wooded snowscape or off the bluffs to the ice floes covering the Mississippi River. The cold air, frozen ground and deep snow are an odd joy to move through. Being a bit competitive, I would normally be bothered by my lack of success in my four attempts. But out there, results are trumped by the great atmosphere.
As Charlie was in the midst of his Birkebeiner race that same day, I teamed-up with Jeff Shaw. He drove three hours through a blizzard that morning. Seeing the weather report, I had decided to drive out the night before and enjoy a leisurely morning as well as helping Kathy set-up the gear. We got our maps with ample time to plan and quickly realized that a sweep was unlikely. Nevertheless, we planned a route to sweep with short circuits if necessary.
At the start, we had very windy & snowy conditions with temps just below 20F. While cold in the open, I knew I would stoke-up on the first climb so I wore only a few thin layers. Our first few controls went well but we discovered that the 3-5 inches of snow covered a lot of icy patches everywhere. This slowed both the ups and downs and I knew for sure that our pace would not allow a sweep. Nevertheless, we pushed along pretty well through the northern map and were pretty certain that we were in first place of those who took the northern controls first. Then, I made a parallel error that likely cost us the race. A corn field (with tall stalks reducing visibility) split and I somehow slid into the wrong fork and when we entered the woods, all of the spurs and other mapped features matched-up so I was "certain" of my location. We lost 20+ minutes searching the wrong area for the bag. We finally discovered the error when we dropped down off the spur and relocated below. Although we didn't realize it until later, this search caused a more serious problem for our race.
The only controls remaining on the northern map were too far away to be worth it since the half way point had already passed so we headed back to the start to get our southern punch card and eat some food. The combination of the food in our bellies, being exposed to the wind for so long and the long and demoralizing search for the last control caused both of us to get very cold. However, Jeff was really affected by the elements and he was unable to warm-up. Even climbing the next big hill did not stop the downward slide of his physical state. I remembered almost shutting down from the heat during my last Rogaine and could empathize with him. Regardless, we continued on and worked our way south. Jeff stopped to change his socks and put on more clothes and his state seemed to improve. We got many of the southern controls (but not without another costly mistake) and rushed to the finish with only two minutes to spare.
On checking the points, we tied for first with another team but they finished a few minutes before us. They had a good race and deserve the victory. I had some post-race pasta and enjoyed talking with everyone about the great course and good time out there. After heading back into the hills to pick-up some controls, Jeff and I headed to our favorite post-Snowgaine steak joint in Mt. Carroll. Two beers and some hot steak put me right in that "Ahhhhhh" state for the long drive home...