Swamp Donkey reunion

8-hour adventure race in Winnipeg area (Falcon Lake)

A one-line email comes from Eco-Challenge teammate Philip Roadley (aka Warrior) “Will you do a one-day adventure race (Swamp Donkey) with me?”… timing perfect! I needed a fun low-key event in lieu of writing off cross season with healing my toe. 

New teammate for me, Jon Hunt, who has raced previous Swamp Donkey’s with Phil.


the canoes awaiting in the race morning mist

Pre-race, unloading bikes and an awesome Kevlar canoe. Wind, rain and blustery damp weather had us questioning our race clothing choice as our fingers were cold and damp. The local Liquor Store/Hardware Store/Housewares Store had some super duty rubber gloves in a lovely bright orange colour that would work.


following the bagpiper to the race start

After plotting checkpoint co-ordinates early race morning, 113 teams of 3 teammates marched behind a bagpiper towards the canoes waiting for us on shore. We received a few comments and much envy of our lovely orange gloves.

easy to spot my team with the orange gloves! - photo Kelly Morton photography



scenery outstanding

Started with a paddle across Falcon Lake. Me, perched in the nose, Phil behind and Jon in the rear. Passed by two checkpoints with a written clue. After the first checkpoint, the guys both said the written word“Salomon” out loud. We paddled by the second checkpoint, glanced at the word “Maximum” and we continued on. Closer to the canoe pullout, Phil proudly reiterates the words “Salomon” & “Momentum” with Jon confirming the words. I exclaim “I saw Maximum”! Phil then says he thought there was an “X” in the word and agrees the word had to be “Maximum”! It was a funny moment of how easy it is to forget.

Team Bikes & Beyond getting close to shore

The rubber gloves worked well to keep base layer gloves dry for paddling. Still managed to splash water above the glove level and my clothing arms got wet. Next time, MUST wear a waterproof jacket to paddle in cool temps. I had the smarts to wear waterproof pants.

portage to the bikes

Next up, the bikes. I dashed off a quick pace, happy to get hills to climb to warm up. Bushwack section with bikes wandering over deadfall not so fun.

Trails on the Canadian Shield tons of fun with the unforgiving rock. Taking a grassy cross-country ski trail had hidden lumps where I was tossed harshly. Once passing over the lead to Phil who took a few more tosses later. Part of the new Trans-Canada Trail had fresh sand on it making it challenging to ride. We passed multiple teams on this section bogging down in the seashorey sand.

We caught up to the lead mixed teams with women on tow while I was leading out my guys!

Major orienteer section with the first easy checkpoint. The next few involved passing thru the swamp multiple times, scrambling on rocky Shield, ploughing thru thigh-high grass with divots and sinkholes. It was bushwacking at its best. 

Ha, the woman in the pic was similar to me in losing ground in the marsh

I didn’t mind the bushwacking as I was fully clothed and it was easy to crash thru. Aging aches of my S1-L5 compression, knee and shoulder degeneration, the healing toe, were extra pains that gloomed the experience. Wondered if I would do another event like this?? Definitely had no lack of fitness or strength or spirit.

one of the many swamp crossings - careful for that drop!

there was no real "running" section... it was scramble, slosh & dodge mother nature

Finally, taking a direct bearing back to the orienteer TA to make a time cut, it was awesome to be back on the bikes for a short bike orienteer in Falcon Lake townsite before crossing the finish line.

The passport which we had to stamp at each checkpoint was embarrassing for an "experienced" team to hand in as it got soaked with a few swamp crossings and was barely holding together. Oh well!

Team Bikes & Beyond - happy to get dry, fed, and to chill out!

Thanks to Philip for finding me a bicycle to ride for the race. My little Scott is too dainty for AR. It was certainly nice to not to have to fly with a bike in tow.

BEST PART was the reunion of my ECO-CHALLENGE team from 1999!!   as they all live in Winnipeg

Philip Roadley (Eco-Warrior), Marg Fedyna (Eco-Barbie not happy w/ the name!),
Alex Man (Eco-Spaceman), Kurt Gibson (Eco-Kowboy)

Alex was course designer for the past Swamp Donkeys

Delivering the bottle of wine that Kurt had me bring back for him from Argentina when we were at Patagonia Eco-Challenge in 1999. 
The wine was pretty good 13+ years later!



 Thanks to Patricia Roadley for whipping up an amazing meal for the team and their families. It was great to see the guy's families after 13 years, especially the kids growing up.

THE BEST OF TEAM TRUE NORTH



Philip, Kurt, Alex, Marg - eager for their first 5-day expedition adventure race - Raid the North Extreme, Elliot Lake ON, August 1999

Post race, 99-hours later, a little inflamed and sore though still smiling!
with wicked support crew Patricia Roadley and Shirley Benson.
I'm wearing my only clean clothes with sealskin socks as my feet were too inflamed for shoes

A funny memory... with major sleep deprivation a few days into the event, the three boys took a daytime catnap on the trail. When we started to ride again, Philip all of a sudden realized he left his prescription glasses where he was snoozing. How did he see without them? And why did it take him so long to notice?! Luckily he found them... on his own!

Eco-Challenge Patagonia 1999 poser race photo

ready for a 110-km paddle on super windy Lake Nahuel-Huapi

few days later, mountain climbing in Patagonia thru a crazy snow storm
 - these pics look more like we are on a holiday with those smiles!!

if anyone wonders where I get my energy from... this pic was taken 
after the 99-hour adventure race at Raid the North Extreme.  
Probably only had 5+ hours of sleep the whole race. 
The guys are out cold, I'm wickedly wound up!

got the Swamp Donkey sticker on my car!



Rattlesnake Island - Rattling Experience

Sitting, chatting at Dorothy's friend's house in Peachland with the views of a kayaker heading for Rattlesnake Island... I decided to go then and there. I had completed a 4-hour ride earlier though had plenty of time to eat and recover.

View of Rattlesnake Island from Jack & Dian's house in Peachland

Leaving the house, I noticed a flag dancing stiffly in the wind and knew it would be a tailwind out.

Rattlesnake Island is almost direct across from Peachland 3.5 km. The island is hard to spot while in the water as the island blends into the terrain of the mainland behind it.

Rattlesnake Island (internet photo - too choppy at the time to take a pic on the surfski!)

Paddling my trusty stable surfski, the waves got uncomfortably choppier midway. Stubbornly making my way, the wind pushed me out to the north.

Making it across, the wave chop was too turbulent between the island and mainland, so I skipped paddling around it and headed back to Peachland.

Teeny spec of me in my surfski with a motorboat going by

Heading back, the cross wave wind was horrendous though fun in a weird way. I kept a deathgrip on the paddle not to lose it to the wind. The cross waves spooked me enough that I decided to go direct into the wind and make my way to shore until I felt safe to parallel my way back to the start.

Ha, the wind was so strong I was crawling at 4-6 kph (normally paddle 8-10 kph). I've not put in such an effort for awhile. Glad I ate lots earlier.

My path bypassing Rattlesnake Island due to the wicked crosswind and turbulent waves

As I made it closer to shore, I noticed a truck driving slowly by the roadway. It was Jack and Dorothy coming to rescue me. They could see from the house that something was up. The turbulent waves midway are not visible from shore.

I laughed and thanked them! I wanted to now paddle it in, as it was a tailwind back.

A couple weeks later, my 2nd attempt went well to paddle around the island though horrible to come across a pea-size brained motor boater that thought it'd be fun to try to swamp the kayaker with the boat's wake as he purposely accelerated thru the narrow channel between the Island and the mainland. That incident was scary. That guy was an idiot and I was helpless as a small boat on the water. Not a good feeling.

In general, I've had to keep my eyes and ears peeled for ignorant boaters almost every time I've paddled on Lake Okanagan. Some just don't understand the effect of their boat's wake on a small craft. A few come too close and politely wave hello!

Smith Creek Trails - just awesome!

For some reason I never made it to these trails the last few years until recently. For my 1st trek up, Aaron and Tiffany from Edmonton joined me. Once we clued in to the green dots painted on the trees as the trail markers, we climbed up a reasonably graded switchback trail.

View of Westbank 1/3 way up Smith Cr trails

I bumped into a couple local riders, Steve and his buddy Dom. They lead me up to the top 11-km in while Tiff & Aaron turned around.

At the top, the trail wound into the descent which looked menacing as I viewed it from the climb. There were huge ladders and jumps all over. Each stunt had an out to quickly go around it. I kept telling myself to "look away" real quick as the trail would guide the rider onto the jumps & ladder.

Near the bottom, the 4-km descent finished with a huge swoopy section. About 1 hour up and minutes down! Well, I'm still in the double digits.

High fives to the trail makers!
And the signs that advise for no motorized vehicles i.e. dirt bikes.

Kettle Valley Railway - Myra Canyon

2nd trip on KVR, I took in a leisure ride on the Myra Canyon section with my friend Dorothy. Set her up with my Scott while I rode my Ridley X-Fire, and got opp to get photos which I missed on my 1st trip.

1st trip back July 15, was a distance mtnbike ride with 6 Kelowna riders, the day after I arrived. Even though it was excruciating to put my sore foot into a shoe let alone ride, I didn't know what was wrong with my toe yet... and this ride was worth it.

view of city of Kelowna in the distance by Lake Okanagan 

We mtnbiked up McCulloch (stopping to pick saskatoon berries) to the end and turned back on the Kettle Valley Railway (KVR) which is the old railway bed (4-hr ish round trip). KVR is pretty much a slightly descending gravel road with minimal scenery as it tucks into the trees, not overly exciting.

2nd trip thru KVR end of August

When we rounded the corner many miles in, I was WOW-ed by the views. We just hit the Myra Canyon section with 18 train trestles. Definitely not scary like the trestles in Costa Rica though pretty cool. Most of them were rebuilt after the huge forest fire in 2003.

Dorothy in the distance on a trestle in Myra Canyon

The mtnbike ride finished down the wicked trail Angel Springs in Crawford. Yikes- technical!! At least I had that ride as a memory as I began on my toe healing journey.

Last Opportunity Spectating IMC

Last year of the Ironman Canada as the race is handed over to Challenge Penticton. All the same for me, the spectator.

Paddling out to see the IM swimmers

Greg looking for his wife Naomi amongst the pod of swimmers

Docked my surfski, jumped on my road bike. Rode to the end of Green Mountain Road where it intersects Hwy 3A, but not before taking a detour to ride up Apex Mountain road (13.5km, 3100', just under an hour). Improved to 58:00 and 55:45 on my next attempts.

Met up with Michelle, Tiffany & Aaron looking down towards Keremeos for Kyle.
Super hard to find a specific rider to cheer.
Would help to have binoculars to see their race number from afar.

Michelle running beside Kyle up the climb to Yellow Lake

My visit with Sandy and Gary at multiple IMCs!

Bee Keeping in the Okanagan

The owners of Lamont Pure Honey live a few km from the place I stay in the Okanagan. I got to tag along with Claudette Lamont on her bee ventures! It all appeared a simple project until I spent time in the beekeeper suit all day checking up on the bees at over 30C temps.

Impressed with the strength and endurance needed to be a bee-keeper. Claudette is 65 years old and is super strong to lug the honey laden boxes around.

In the beekeeper suit... found the bees friendly and not attacking.

Lovely echinacea fields that the hives are near

Claudette, prepping the smoker

Forager bees bringing home the honey!

Claudette, checking on the work in progress in the awesome scenery

Happy to see the whole process

Blowing out the bees of a honey laden tray. Their job is complete and this keeps them  back with their hive.

HONEY! Check out the height of the honeycomb. Tray weighs over 40 lbs

Using traditional extraction techniques, Claudette removes the cover beeswax layer to expose the honey. Eain then puts the tray into the huge centrifuge machine. Meanwhile, the odd bee that snuck in with the tray is hovering in the Honey Hut. They are basically homeless as it is unlikely any other hive will accept them.

The truly RAW honey after the honey laden trays have been spun about

Borage flowers are planned for next years honey bees. Borage flowers bloom late into the season providing opportunity for the foraging bees. The honey produced from borage flowers is exquisite with a high viscosity like oil.

Barefoot Drama

Arrived to the Okanagan mid-July with a road bike, mtn bike and cross bike, ready to ride though a weird obscure pain beneath my big toe (sesamoid bones) dictated otherwise.

 

Saw local podiatrist Dr Greg Lindsey pretty quick, who treated the toe as worse case scenario (fractured). He suggested I wear an open toe rigid rocker shoe, with a dancer's pad stuck to my foot. The dancer's pad had a cut-out to take away the pressure off the ball of foot. The shoe stood higher than my normal shoes. With the hobbling and the uneven shoes, my foot, calves, probably hips... were sore in weird places with the compensation.

Not sure how the toe got inflamed. Everything I do is in barefeet (the naked foot!) and I was carrying heavy loads on rough rocky terrain. Ok, hard lesson learned - shoes have their place at times!

Pod doc advised full rest off the feet. Yikes, no biking or running. I did want to spend more time paddling so that vision came thru!

switched from the 19.5' Valhalla to the agile 17' Think EZE, super fun in waves

It was excruciating to weight-bear for the first few weeks. I managed to get the surfski to the water with minimal hobbling. The rocky shore was no help. Once in the boat, I was fine!

I went on short paddles focusing on technique, and avoiding the crazed people on motorboats and jet-skis. I paddled 1 to 1 1/2 hours daily still bummed about not riding though enjoying the awesome views from the Okanagan Lake.

Although the hobbling set me back abit, paddling kept me SANE. From the stories I read on the internet of healing from sesamoiditist, people seemed plagued with a chronic injury without putting rest time in. It helped ease my mind about healing time and no bike training once I wrote off cycle-cross season.

Mary Mike Marg - 3 M's

Weeks into healing, my old track running friend Mary was visiting from Switzerland. I thought what the heck, let's go on an easy trail run like we used to. Surprisingly, my foot handled it fine! My optimism to get back training grew. A chat with the podiatrist and he set me up with wicked orthotics to allow for less pressure to the sesamoid bones.

Mike, Dominic, Mary, Nigel, Marg - Mission Hill

First week back on the bike mid-August took more effort than I expected with sore muscles. After a week, it got better. It was great to be back ON the bike!

Pine needles started collecting on the surfski though still went out a few times a week.


UPDATE Jan 1, 2013
All good with the sesamoid bones until I went to a yoga class. I totally forgot about being on my toes in downward dog. That night, my foot was achy. I realize I need to watch out for any movements without full support of the foot. 

Rocky Mountain Outings

Bonus of spending time working in Calgary is access to the Rockies... it was abit of a wet month of June.

Prairie Mtn Hike May 31

Lady MacDonald tromp thru snow June 9

Stopped before last pitch up Lady Mac... a little sketchy with fresh snow on loose rock. A nice glissade down...

a fav new mountain bike trail in Bragg Creek area, Pneuma - June 22

Bragg Creek Trail map

SW of Calgary with view of K-Country - June 30