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Sometimes we take risks and push ourselves to the edge, and sometime we hold back.   Sometimes it is calculated, sometimes by accident.  Sometimes it is necessary, and sometimes it is not.  But one thing is constant; regardless of the outcome, learning occurs.  Learning how much your body can take, learning how mentally strong you are, and learning what minor changes you can make for the next go around.  This year for me is all about pushing barriers and learning from it, and that is what Ultra’s are all about! 

When we were notified that the course was going to be changed from 62 miles to 37 miles, I started thinking about adjusting the race plan on pace.  With Dylan, Gary, Ian, and Chris all on the starting line, I knew it was going to be 50K pace and then seeing who could hold on to give the strongest finish in the additional 6 miles.  In reality, I knew Gary, Dylan, and Ian would likely be vying for the win. 

Chris Wehan and I cruising towards Muir Beach
Photo: Brett Rivers SFRUNCO

Tia sent us on our way at 8:00am and the pace was as expected.  We climbed Dipsea averaging 9-10 minutes miles, and then flew down the other side at 5:30 pace.  By this time, there was already a gap between Gary/Dylan, Ian, and then me and Chris.  We hit the flat trail heading to Muir Beach and we maintained a 6:30-7:00min pace.  I was not thinking about anything other than nutrition as I paced off of Chris, chatting here and there. 

As we hit middle green gulch, I was able to spot Dylan/Gary (~3 mins) and Ian (~2 mins) ahead of us.  The pace on our climb seemed conservative and with about 400ft of climbing left, I decided to make a move and close in on Ian.  I was within 30 seconds of him by the time I started the decent into Tenessee Valley and slowly passed him on the climb towards Rodeo Valley. 

Heading up Bobcat, I realized that the effort I made early on was starting to take its toll on me.  I slowed down and watched Chris reel me in.  I was ok with this because I knew to continue to push as hard as I was with that heat would guarantee a blow up.  Chris gained some distance heading into Tennessee Valley and moving along Pirates Cove.  When I hit the turn into the Muir beach aid station, he was heading out.  I was feeling ok enough at that point with 8 miles left and was thinking optimistically about the last stretch.  I cruised semi-comfortable 7:45-8min miles between Muir Beach and the start of the last climb and as soon as I went from flat to ascent, I blew up completely.  It is a roughly 2 mile climb and I immediately started a walk/run strategy, trying to preserve my spot in 4^th.  But that eventually gave way  about ½ mile up and I ended in a death march up the remaining 1.5 miles.  Ian caught me about ½ mile from the aid station and then as I hit the aid station Jean caught me.  In retrospect only just a little more running would have kept me in 4^th, but its that whole hindsight thing, and that’s my mental toughness lesson from Miwok.  I downed ½ a coke and went on chasing Jean, when I kicked a root and saved myself from tripping.  But, the cramps came on from the unnaturally movement.  I walked up a few feet to grab my bottle and was passed by another runner.  From there I cruised down to the finish, descending from Cardiac to the Finish Line in almost the exact same time as it took me to ascend…  Yikes!

Running through the incredibly beautiful Pirates Cove. Yes, this is where I get to train every week. Yes, I am so lucky to have these trails in my back yard.
Picture: Glenn Tachiyama

I’m happy with most of the parts of my race, but really suffered in the last climb.  And in suffering, you can learn a lot!  So what did I learn?  First, the move I made up Middle Green Gulch and Tennessee Valley was likely too early.  At that point I was not racing Gary and Dylan, I was racing Chris and Ian.   There was no reason strategically to over-exert myself at that point and I paid the price.  Secondly, I learned that I need to find a way to override that voice that told me I could not run at all in that last 1.5 miles of ascent.  I for sure could have toughed out a strategy, like1 min run, 1 min walk, which I believe would have held my 4^th place position. 

A big thanks to Tia for her incredible flexibility after her permit was revoked to run the northern section of the course, and a huge thanks to the volunteers that make this race so fun (and possible). 

Cheers, Marc 

Camping at the starting area was a perfect idea, simplifying my morning prep to only needing to think about three things. Wake up on time, Eat, and Start.  We Started at 6:30am and the race was off to a nice quick pace, which was expected given the insane talent up front.  I quickly found myself behind Karl Meltzer as we entered the single track.  I stayed with him for almost half of the race, chatting with Chris Wehan who had me sandwiched in.  It was a great place to be.  In traditional Meltzer fashion, he was running with headphones in his ears and red bull running through his veins.  I found myself wondering what he was listening too…

Hitting the single track. Yassine, Karl, Myself, and Chris
Photo: Monarch Running

Start to No Name Flat – 25.2 miles (3hrs20Mins / 7:56 sectional pace / ~5K vert) – I was happy with this split and felt great.  I was slightly faster than my planned splits and was feeling strong at the turn around.  The first half of the course was comfortable and I felt like I had a ton of energy as I headed back.  I typically go out too fast, so had consciously decided to hold back during those moments where I wanted to pick it up.

Approaching Madrone Aid Station, Mile 18

No Name Flat to Madrone Point – 30.9 miles (4hrs09mins / 8:35 sectional pace) – This section returns back on the most difficult section of the course.  I was feeling good, but made a decision to hike some steeper sections of the climbs knowing that I needed to conserve my energy.  I was feeling good and was actually able to gain a spot.  As planned, I was hoping to pick up as many spots as possible to get into the top 20 and hopefully top 15 of this competitive group.

Mile 30 running past Kent, Kate, and Libby, heading in for the fist pump. It was so great having them on the course!

Madrone Point to Warm Springs Creek 38.0 miles (5hrs52mins / 14:30 pace) – Thats right, shit hit the fan fast.  1 hour and 43 minutes of running, puking, walking, drinking, and repeating over 8 miles.

I approached Andy and Matt at mile 33 completely out of it.   I was dizzy, dehydrated, and had thrown up twice in the previous two miles.  Andy (Injinji) and Matt Trappe (Photographer / Videographer) were on course shooting video of the Injinji team for the weekend.   I passed exchanging some words of despair as they cautiously encouraged me forward.  Just down the trail another 200 yards was the Wulfow aid station where Quicksilver runner Greg Lanctot was volunteering.  An amazing support to all Quicksilver runners, he frantically started looking for something to help me out.  Tums…Ginger Ale… Anything!  When he couldn’t find something to help he asked if I wanted to drop, which I yelled “Fuck No” and left the aid station immediately.  Yelling this out lifted my spirits up for about 100 yards, where I stopped dead in my tracks and almost passed out.  The remaining 5 miles was my attempt to claw and scratch my way out of this, but unable to keep liquid or food down.  I made a decision to drop at mile 38.

After reflecting on what happened I realized the day before I had eaten garlic, which I have a mild allergy to.  I woke up in the middle of the night with stomach/intestinal discomfort and didn’t connect the dots.  At mile 28 I had some cramps in my intestines, but they went away quickly.  I never had them before and thought, “that was wierd”, but then disregarded them since they went away quickly.  When I started puking out of nowhere, which has never happened before, I had no clue what came over me.  My only guess at the time was that I had a demon that was being exorcized out of my body.  Well, that mistake will not happen again and will go on to race another day.

Miwok will hopefully be my revenge, but my eyes are 100% on SD100 right now.  I was excited during our Injinji photo shoot with Dave Mackey and Galen Burell to learn that Dave is running SD100.  I am also excited to have some great people including Brett Rivers of SFRunCo and teammate Dan Decker w/ Slim Down Poppa pacing there.  But what tops the cake is that that I have my awesome crew (Libby, Kate, Mike, Sarah) and the best pacer (Jeremy Johnson) that anyone can ask for, not to mention the amazing support from Injinji.

Had no clue this picture was being taken, but i’ll take it.
Photo by Injinji

Heading down the trail for some shots of us running in our rockstar Injinji Shots w/ Galen Burell and Dave Mackey
Photo: Galen Burell

Check out Matt Trappe’s excellent photo’s from the weekend.  He’s got an awesome eye - https://matt-trappe.squarespace.com/lake-sonoma-50

It was 12:30pm and I had just boarded a plane heading towards Hong Kong.  This is a routine I have become comfortable with over the past year, having made the 14hr flight every 5-6 weeks for the past year.  I stowed my carry on suitcase, plopped down my book “Conquistadors of the Useless” on the seat, and headed to the back of the plane where I could stand around checking emails until everyone was seated.  Just before heading back to my seat, I checked my Twitter feed.   Here is the progression of tweets that sent a straight blow to my gut and to my heart.

And then I clicked on this link and was literally knocked back.

I am a very even keel guy and emotions don’t usually run erratic in me, but this image sent something through my body that put all reason and rational thinking aside.  I was worried about my teammates who were running the race.  I was disgusted with the site of innocent people harmed.  I was hurt that something so pure as running, something that I turn to for peace and comfort, was made into such a display of horrific human nature.  I had to see Libby.  I grabbed my suitcase from the overhead bin, quietly told the flight attendant that I had to get off the plane, and came home.  If you have turned that corner on Boylston on race day, you would know what a perfect scene of pure human greatness and joy that it represents for runners, family, friends, and community. Tears started building up behind my eyes.

So what now? What Happened?  Why?  Who?  Where do we go from here?

There are so many questions that are unanswered that we are all anxiously waiting to be clarified to help bring some sort of closure to this event.  Maybe it will never come.  But, right now I am left with two thoughts that are heavy on my mind.

First I am reminded that with every single act of human action that shows the worst of this world, a thousand acts of positive human action reaffirm the greatness of people.   I cannot believe the amazing acts of greatness that were displayed yesterday; from the courage of all of the people who ran towards the blast sites to help victims, to those who offered their homes and everything they had, to those who went straight from running the race to the hospital to donate blood.

Secondly, I am snapped into reality of the terror that other innocent people in the world are faced with every day.  A terror that I cannot even comprehend living with day in and day out.  I have read about terror attacks across the globe for half of my life, and in a sense have become numb to them.  But this attack, an attack on my community, an attack on something so pure, took that numbness away.

I pray for the victims, for their family and friends, for Boston, for the running community across the globe, and for those who are effected by these acts of terror every day.

Here are the pictures of Joy that I remember during my Marathon Monday.  A Monday I will never forget.  A week that for me represents Accomplishment, Joy, Pain, Family, and being apart of something special.  These pictures represent my Boston Marathon memories.  I post these pictures because I know that this will again be the story that the Boston Marathon represents in years to come.  Unfortunately for this year, it is a different story.

My father in law Kent and I the day before the race, standing in front of the finish line.

Walking towards the start

Around mile 21/22, in pain

Libby waiting for me to finish, spectating on the sidelines. She was so excited to see the Elites, so excited to see me finish, and so excited to see her dad finish.

Shot of us on the other side of the finish line.

Totally trashed after the race… and totally worth it!

With a Heavy Heart,

Marc

This past Sunday I ran my first 50K of the season (3^rd 50K total).  My training in January was solid and after a challenging race on 2/2 at Ray Miller 50 Miler (4^th), work has been so hectic that I have only been able to get in 10-15 milers for my longer runs.  I signed up for Montara 50K for three reasons; to get a long run in with tons of vert where I am also forced to work on speed.

Montara 50K is held in the mountains on the coast that surround Pacifica, where the course takes you on a double loop up several climbs.  The total vertical gain on this grueling course is 6,700ft.  With clear skies, it turned out to be the perfect day for running.

Montara 50K Course Profile

Monatara Peak
Photo: Tom Hilton

In the 5 days leading up to the race, I had already put in 40 hard miles and was prepared to take whatever my legs would give me.  I like the idea of using 50K’s to train, a strategy I am going to continue to use as I gear up for longer distance races.  Fortunately, I woke up feeling well rested and was exciting knowing I was going to be able to push the pace.  I had two goals in my mind, first was to win and second was to try to get a sub 4hr finish, an extremely aggressive goal on such a hilly course.  The previous course record was 4hrs23mins, but I knew it was soft J.

The race started out and immediately two 13 mile racers, one being QRC teammate Jeremy, jumped out in front followed by myself and a few other runners.  We quickly started chatting with each other, where I met Leigh Schmitt (The North Face).   When he introduced himself, I immediately knew it was going to be a fun but hard race!  The first climb is ~2K feet of vertical gain in 3 miles.  Leigh and I set into a comfortable but strong pace as we chatted on the way up.  We hit the peak and turned around to head back down, noting all of the incredible views from all directions.  I took the lead on the descent and arrived at the bottom with a small gap (Mile 8).  I continued to push the next two climbs hard hoping to increase my gap on the others.  I looked back on a few of the switchbacks to see if I could find Leigh, but couldn’t.  However, I knew he was not far behind.  We hit the aid station again (mile 13), where I grabbed some aid and headed back on my second climb up Montara Mountain and as I was heading out saw Leigh coming in.  He was right on my heals.

View from Montara
Photo: Randy W.

As I climbed up Montara the second time I only had a slight gap on Leigh.  Thankfully he was close by, because on the way down he was able to whistle at me as I made a wrong turn off course that got me back on track.  We charged back down where I gained another slight gap.  As I came into the aid station (mile 20), the race officials confused me for someone else and said I had to turn around and run another part of the course again… Say what!?!  Maybe they were surprised to see me in the lead or maybe I just looked like another runner, but I’m still not clear what had happened.  It took about a minute to clear this up and I left the aid station with Leigh to face the last 11 miles.  We ran together for the next 8 miles and I knew in order to take the lead again I would have to make a strong effort on the last climb.  We had been pushing the pace hard all morning (hit the marathon mark at ~3;25), and as I started the final climb I could really feel the lactic acid in my quads.  I hit it as hard as I could, but Leigh finished the last 3 miles stronger gaining 2 minutes on me on the final Climb and Descent.  Leigh finished in ~3:59 and myself in ~4:01.  Despite losing the battle, it was great crossing the finish line with my biggest fan Libby cheering me on.

Crossing Finish Line

I did not win and I did not break 4hrs, but had a great time running hard with Leigh and getting to meet a pretty cool dude.  I will get to run with Leigh again at Lake Sonoma 50 Miler in April, where he graciously offered me a place to stay the night before.  I laid all I had out there and am thirsty for my next race where I continue to try to improve my speed, endurance, and overall knowledge of racing.  It was another one of those days that remind me why I love running trails.

With Leigh at the Finish

On a side note, I have to give a shout out to my QRC teammates at the San Bruno 50 Miler where Dan Decker took 1^st, Dan Berger 3^rd, and Greg Lanctot 5^th to close out top 5.  Jim, Nattu, Karen, Keith, and Kay also rocked their way to finishes.

Lastly, I ran in a brand new pair of the New Injinji 2.0 RUN Series toesocks, where I continue to be amazed that in the past 6 months of running/racing in them, I have yet to have any feet problems/blisters.  Thanks Injinji for your support and congrats to Injinji Teammates Dave Mackey (1^st) and Dominic Grossman (3^rd) at the grueling Mt. Mitchell Challenge this past weekend!

Cheers,

Marc

Ray Miller 50/50 had a combination of everything I love about trail running.  I got to spend time with great people, meet new people, run on beautiful and technical single track, challenge myself, and learn. 

After the race, Greg set up camp with a mini Keg of Lagunitas IPA. This turned into “the place to be.” A nice shot at the end of the sunset overlooking the ocean.
Photo: Greg Lanctot

The weekend started off with a road trip with Clare, Scott, and Toshi, 3 great runners on the Quicksilver Ultra Team. Scott was gracious to give us a lift in his awesome sleeper van and we headed down HWY101 for the 6.5hr drive to Point Mugu St. Park.  We arrived at the park around 9:30PM, where we set up camp.  Scott, Clare, and Toshi took up spots in the van while I set up camp outside in my Bivy.  I can’t say I got great night sleep, but it was really peaceful lying outside listening to the waves crashing on the beach. 

In the morning I woke up to the sound of the race volunteers driving up and starting to set up the start/finish area around 4:30am.  Given the 6:00am start, this was perfect timing to wake up and scarf down the pre-made pancakes I had made the day before, a pre-race ritual I have developed. 

At around 5:55 everyone gathered behind the starting line where Kiera, the Race Director, wished everyone a good race and in standard Ultra form nonchalantly said, “Ready, Set, Go.”  We were off. 

I spent some time writing about the first part of the race in my last post “Running with my Idols” (http://iruntorun.com/2013/02/05/running-with-role-models).  To briefly summarize, the front pack separated pretty quickly, which included Chad Ricklefs, Chris Price and Dominic Grossman up front (running the 50K) and Dylan, Tim, Kyle, Hal, and myself behind them (running the 50 miler).  The morning air was warm and we had incredible views of the sunrise over Sandstone Peak.   I felt strong on the climbs and fast on the descents through 19 miles, where the race starts ramping up with the big ascent.

I ran with Kyle for 3 miles after climbing Hell Hill. Had a great time chatting with him and he helped me understand what the shooting pain was in my thigh after getting stabbed by some Yucca plant.
Photo Taken By: Jayme Burtis

There was plenty of climbing early in the race, however the mile 19 aid station marks the beginning of the ascent up over Sandstone Peak.  In this section you gain 3,000 feet in 6 miles.  It has a few smallish steep sections, but for the most part is very runnable.  I hit the aid station where I saw Jessie Haynes and Crew helping out.  I had met Jessie at Miwok last year, where we ran together for a good portion of Miwok early in the race before he took off.  He helped me with my water and also grabbed my shirt from me to bring back to the finish line (Thanks Jessie!).

Leaving the aid station I was not sure how far ahead Dylan, Tim, and Hal where, but I knew they were not too far because I was able to see Hal on the descents down to the aid station.  I got into a good comfortable rhythm and started the climb.  At this point I was still feeling strong and Nutrition seemed to be going well.  Everything was great.  About halfway through the climb when I went for some water I realized I had forgotten to fill up the 2^nd bottle I had brought specifically for this section.  I finished my water as I finished the climb and knew with 2 miles to the next aid station I would have some catching up to do.  At that point a spectating runner coming the other way updated me that I was about 2.5 minutes behind the leaders and 1.5 minutes behind Hal.

Climbing up, almost to Sandstone Peak with Butt Crack rock in the background .
Photo Taken By: Jayme Burtis

 As I entered the aid station at mile 28, I was dehydrated and feeling it.  I came in with an extremely salty face.  Like all of the previous aid stations, they did an awesome job filling my bottles quickly, giving me several salt pills, and sending me on my way.  The next section of the course is an easy 2.5 mile out and back, which I spent most of it trying to recover.  It was taking a lot out of me to run anything that was not flat or downhill for the first half of this section.  I passed Tim and Dylan as they were coming back.  I estimated that they had gained ~20 minutes on me and Hal ~15 minutes.  After the turn around I started feeling slightly better and it was great seeing fellow Quicksilver runners Toshi and Dan looking extremely strong. 

I hit the mile 33 aid station (same as 28), where I refilled water and continued on.  For most of the climbing along the backbone as I made my way back up over Sandstone Peak, I was hiking.  My legs felt fine, but my energy was super low.  I chugged a bottle of Accelerade with me and by the time I hit the peak my energy started improving. 

The descent back down is a long ~ 9 mile descent.  I was able to get my legs turning over pretty good and started getting back into a rhythm.  This was a great section of trail and it felt good to be moving again.  About 2 miles from the next aid station, I ran out of water again and also realized that besides the Accelerade I had, I had stopped eating.  This again put me into a deficit.  I hit the aid station at mile 45 and knew that with only 5 miles to go I could power through as much as possible.  I grabbed water, chugged some Coke, and carried on. 

The last 5 miles takes you up a 3 mile section of climbing, which rises 1,000 feet.  I was doing some alternating running and hiking, but far more hiking than I wished.  I hit the top of the climb where you are rewarded with awesome views of the Ocean and even better…the Finish Line in the valley!  It is a fast 2 mile descent down to the finish and cruised on down for a 4^th place finish at 7:53.

Coming up the last ascent, completely trashed! I had fallen twice, both of the kind that mimics a slide into home plate. You can tell by the collection of dirt all over me.

I love this shot by Jayme with Sandstone Peak in the background.
Photo Taken By: Jayme Burtis

I am very happy with my race, especially this early in the season.  But, it is my second race now where I start out strong and slow down considerably in the last 1/3 of the race.  I still need to learn how to close stronger being about 20-30 minute off of my target time for this course.  I think it is a bit more complex than a simple solution, as I had some dehydration issues and nutritional issues that probably played a role in it.  I also feel there is some more specific training that I can do from a physical and mental aspect.  My goal for the next two months leading up to Lake Sonoma is to dial this in as much as possible.  In honesty, I will probably just need more experience and opportunities to tweak things.  However, I plan to reach out and try to learn from those who have more experience than me.  Lucky for me, there are some rockstars in the bay area that have a wealthy amount of experience – SFRunCo, i’m looking at you! 

Thanks to Injinji for your support.  4 races in the books and not one blister.  My feet are happy! 

Cheers, Marc 

Over the past month I have been on a handful of runs that have reminded me why I love running trails and the trail running community.  Those runs where you are pushing hard up an ascent, coasting on the foothills, or bounding through the forest when suddenly an awareness of the beauty around you occurs and for a minute you feel like you are outside of your own body.

Since TNF ECS in December,  I have not let up on the gas.  During TNF ECS I accomplished exactly what I set out to do for the first 35 miles, but let a fall get the best of me that slowed me down mentally and physically for the last 17 miles.  I was happy with my race given the conditions, but still have a desire to be able to race harder.  TNF ECS ended and I immediately continued to put in quality mileage to prepare myself for Ray Miller 50/50 focusing more on speed and continuing to put in those tough climbs I love.  This course undoubtedly has some grueling climbs; the exact terrain I live for.  I was even more excited when I saw one of Dominic Grossman’s tweets (@youngunultrarun) calling it the “worlds best coastal single track.”  I have not met Dominic outside of some brief exchanged words on the TNF course, but in reading his blog I know that he loves technical ascent and descents.  If he calls it the worlds best coastal single track, it must be some fun and tough shit.

I did have a 2 week international trip from 12/31 – 1/10 that forced me to run way too many hours on the treadmill, but otherwise have continued to focus on speed and climbing.  There have been three runs that really stood out in my mind on reminding me why trails are my passion.

The first was a Sunday run the day after I got back from my two week business trip.  Wide awake at 3:00am, I set out for the Muir Woods with my headlamp.  I have never been spooked by running in the dark, but have never really enjoyed it either.  Maybe it was just from utter exhaustion from my trip, but during this run I was in such a calm state winding down through the dense forest and climbing up towards cardiac.  I continued in this state to the top of Mt. Tam where I was blessed with an incredible sunrise over the entire bay area.  There was ice at the top and it was freezing, but I still sat up there for 15 minutes as I took it all in.

Sunrise shot of SF Bay taken during climb up Mt. Tam. Camera ran out of juice before I got to the top.

The second run was a training run I created to target speed and climbing together.  The ultimate goal was to work on my uphill power and flat/downhill speed.  During this 25 mile run I went to ocean level and ascended Cardiac x4 times from four different trails (Heather Cutoff, Dipsea East, Dipsea West, and Bootjack.  The total elevation gain during this run was ~6,500 feet and forced myself to keep speed on descents to simulate racing.  There was a section of rolling trail on Matt Davis that contoured the hills where I was running fast but at ease.  It was probably attributed to the fact that the sun was actually out and warm enough to run without a shirt.  Maybe because I was bonking too!

Matt Davis Trail along the west side of the Headlands.

At the top of the first climb (stairs/road) up Dipsea about to head down into Muir Woods.

The third run was this last weekend where a unique combination of terrain, friends, and running without a specific goal (and trail) combined together to make for the best run so far in 2013.  Toshi organized a run from the North Side of Pacifica into the hills, across some restricted areas of the park (shhhh), and back around to Montera.  It was great spending the morning with Clare, Toshi, Scott, and Jeremy.  We spent a lot of time shooting the shit, making jokes, talking about plans for the year, challenging each other on ascents and descents, and just enjoying each others company and our time being outside.  This one is going to be hard to beat.

By far my favorite picture of the day. It is a perfect shot to depict our day. Running uphill, no trail, and smiles on everyone’s face.

Montera in the background, Clare and Scott descending down the trail.

Scott descending down a challenging single track trail. Actually it is a series of small trail sections connecting different water runoff’s. But hey, that counts as a trail for sure Toshi! For some it was more fun running down, for me It was more fun running back up.

Panoramic shot of the Ocean with Toshi

A friendly reminder left on a hillside that there are some serious cats in these parts. Hopefully I never see a mountain lion up close.

Jeremy charging uphill at the top of a grueling ascent in his Tim Twietmeyer stache.

Clare and Scott looking out over the ocean from the hilltop.

Toshi busted out some Summersaults on our descent to the parking lot. He made it look easy going downward, so I tricked him with a challenge to try it uphill. Of course he did and succeeded…man what can this guy not do. Next challenge will be head stand pushups on a 45% grade hill.

If your interested, here is another great write up of our run by Jeremy!  http://jrjohnsonyarb.blogspot.com/

Cheers, Marc