Portage to Rocky Brook:
After attending to the team and handing TK off to Bob as promised, I decided to swap out the plastic on the sled. After wrestling with it, and the plastic only budging about one inch, I slammed the plastic back into place. Perhaps when we are parked in the sun later on in the race I'll have an opportunity then to remove the runner plastic. Re-pack the sled, grab my personal belongings out of the checkpoint box and head inside the Town of Portage municipal building for some food and maybe a nap. Al Tarr and his son Daniel were inside hanging with Bob, Weston and some of the other handlers. What a great surprise to see Al here after he just participated in the 60. Heck... I've done the trip down to Portage after standing on the runners for 8hrs, it's not an easy feat.
Stuff my face with two plates of food and then take a short nap. I believe I was up before the checkpoint coordinator came to wake me. Change socks and underwear, wash my face, rake the knots out of my hair and brush my teeth. Most of the mushers have left Portage by now. I feel great, but slightly apprehensive. Bob and I won't see each other again until the team reaches Allagash, which is 150 miles away!
Bootie the dogs, snack and water, ATV escort please, and off we go! Not far outside of the checkpoint, I see a red marker on the right side of the trail, then a fork (Cosmo, 'gee'), cross a trail then bank downhill slightly to the left. John Kaleta had indicated during the drivers meeting that the trail was well marked. Certainly I found that to be the case in route to Portage. At this particular moment in time... I am frantically looking for a green confirmation marker.
None to be found. Did I overshoot the turn? How could that be? We continue through an S turny section of trail which feels much like a long driveway. Still no signs of a green confirmation marker. Argh. I am going to have to turn around and figure out where we went wrong. Back to the first green marker we go. While back tracking I discover that the path we crossed was not a trail, but railroad tracks. Obviously the RGO would not send us down a railroad grade with rails, so that could only mean we had been headed initially in the correct direction. NO we are not going back to Portage, let's turn around again. Cosmo, I'm wicked sorry! Repeat the S turny section and then a minute or so later, low and behold, a road crossing with a green marker across the street! Whew. OK guys, let's go! Turn on the iPod and relax for the next 8 miles until I succeeded to dump the sled on a tight left hand turn on thinly covered trail. Got dragged for a bit with the sled sideways. Managed to steer the sled into the snowbank and upright myself. By then, my hat and Bob's brand new Princeton Tec headlamp were far enough behind me, there was absolutely no way I was going to consider attempting an equipment rescue. I made that kind of mistake once in training...Stop shaking, get a hold of yourself Rhonda. No worries, in the sled I had a spare hat and another big headlamp. Use my Petzl for task lighting, and proceed to pull out my Cold Spot lamp and strap on the battery pack. OK guys, let's go!
The rest of the run was quiet and uneventful. Enjoyed the cadence of my team, music in my ears and the star lit sky.
By the time we reached Rocky Brook the sun was up. The RGO parked us next to Caroline Morin, who did not stay long. Last year when she spent 13 hrs resting in Allagash, we called Two Rivers Lunch and wished her luck. She was running a very different race this year and I was proud to be witness to it! Mario Racine was still hanging out at Rocky Brook and we chatted for awhile about the weather, dogs, trail, etc.
It was unseasonably warm in Rocky Brook. Wrist wrapped and bedded down, the dogs stretched in pairs to soak up some Vitamin D. Jessie had an odd cough and I asked the DVM's to look at her. We bed our dogs on straw at the Dawg House all season without concern. Was there a spore in this particular bail that Jessie is allergic to? The DVM's tell me that other dogs in the race are coughing. Oh damn. That is not good news. Illnesses tend to spread like
wildfire in race environments. Considering the warm temperatures, I did not plan to leave here until 2 or 3 o'clock in the afternoon. Hopefully by then Jessie will sound better. In the bunk house I located a bed by the window. It was toasty warm and if not for the young boys yelling back and forth to each other on the other side of the house, I may have fallen into a deep sleep. Decide to get up, change my underclothes and brush my teeth. Do we wait it out here another hour or so and cut our planned rest in Maibec? The team looks fine, but reluctant. I prepare to leave. Bootie the dogs, snack and water... decide it's in Jessie's best interest to stay behind. The DVM's take Jessie off to the bunker. Rather than immediately snubbing off, I allow the team a few minutes to adjust to the idea of Jessie walking away and to absorb the water they just consumed. During this time, I run inside to grab something quick to eat. Leaving Rocky Brook we run on dirt road and take a right hand turn into the woods. Feeling uneasy that my leaders may not take the turn, I ask for trail assistance. Things go well and we are back on trail after resting 6hrs.Rocky Brook to Maibec:
A few miles outside of Rocky Brook,
Caroline Blair-Smith caught up to me. We road together through the pinball machine section of trees and camps screaming like little girls!By the time we dropped onto the lake we were holding onto the handlebars of our respective sleds doubled over with tears of laughter! Just one of many bonding moments....
WOW that was crazy!!! Based on the excitement level of the dogs, I know we were moving at a pace FAR greater than 6-8mh!
Caroline and I shared the majority of this run together. Much like when I had been running with Adam, we would be close to each other for awhile and then there would be periods of time when she was further out in front.
We encountered more plowed road...
but continue on, anxious to get to what is referred to as "Hotel Maibec". 10 miles outside of Maibec we pass a trail marker. Damn, this is taking longer than it should. Are we really moving this slow? I tell myself that the marker must have been posted prematurely. Around every bend I keep my eyes peeled for signs of a roof peak or chimney smoke.We stop quite a few times for the dogs to play in the snow or eat a piece of salmon. I even swapped leaders at one point. Ruby was a superstar on this leg!
Finally, we come around the corner and are welcomed into the parking area with huge complements from the coordinators. Because this parking lot is wet and muddy, we were given two bails of straw. Thank you!
Adam was still here in Maibec. One of his dogs had eaten what appeared to be a small block of discarded meat and was now bloated.
Too many mushers in this sport display unsportsmanlike behavior, some of which is intentional. Along the route, back of the pack runners tend to witness the brunt of this behavior in the form of piles of trash and scattered dog food; which become a welcomed distraction.
Adam's team was moving along better than he had expected and seeing the finish line became a clear possibility. He achieved his initial goal, but was obviously not happy. Not wishing to put the care of his dog into the hands of a stranger, Adam signed the paper and officially withdrew from the race.
Jaye was also still in Maibec. We chatted for a few moments despite my inability to really speak (the laryngitis I developed in route to Portage had progressed). Jaye was willing to loan me a headlamp if I could not find my Petzl. Somehow in the mist of doing chores, my Petzl disappeared. With the assistant of a few checkpoint coordinators, we scoured the parking area, in my gear bag (twice), sled bag (twice), inside the "Hotel" and the bunk room. Because I had already lost one headlamp, this leg would be run mostly in the dark and I had seen a moose, I was pretty freaked out.
So, about that moose! Not long after consuming a 5-Hour Energy during a dark hour period of time running the Portage to Rocky Brook leg (could have been during the Rocky Brook to Maibec leg)... the dogs started running so hard and fast I was unable to stop them. Both feet on the brake bar as hard as I could muster and pressure on the handlebar. It was like a freight train! In front of us on the trail was a very very dark mass. The energy around us changed. All I could see was the flash of two yellow eyes.
The team charged down the trail as I held onto the handlebar, ducked my head, whimpered and prayed. As the dark mass moved into the woods, the dogs looked but thankfully did not follow. I've never been so scared in my life. I was WIDE awake and fully aware of every sensation and noise around us! Leaving Maibec without two proper headlamp was not something I felt comfortable with....esp since we had been forwarded about a moose populated area outside of this checkpoint. After much searching.... the Petzl showed up! Whew, I could finally relax. While my Sorels dried out I took a shower (insert smiley face) and a nap. Looking at the big score board, stats at the time said Jaye and I would finish the race within 15 minutes of each other. Wouldn't that be cool! I knew it was not reality since she was looking to beat her prior finish and well... I'm just a rookie.Maibec to Allagash:
After 8 hours of rest we depart for Allagash! As forewarned, we came upon a section of trail that made the dogs really perk up. At 30 miles to go, we were still moving along at a good pace.
This run was taking the front runners six to eight hours to complete. I did not expected it would take us any longer than that.
At 20 miles to go I still thought we were moving along ok. Then we reach SS.8 and I swear the dogs thought this must mean we are at checkpoint. It took some mental fortitude to jog up the hill and past the safety hut. Whew, we successful get beyond sight and start down a nice long hill.
The dogs are perky again! At the bottom of the hill we come to a screeching stop. There is dog food scattered all over the trail. Talk about a distraction! I was livid! I walk the team out of the mess and down the trail a few yards. If they are going to stop for a snack, it shall not be at a time, place or flavor they choose on their own. I was livid! Dole out ice cubes and salmon. Rest for a few minutes and regroup. Then off we go again, or so I thought. The next few miles were hell. Years ago while training in Mattawin before CanAm, we stayed at a cabin on a pond accessed by an out and back spur trail. I remember this particular trip in great detail because I hand walked my team for a few miles and then... Saint came to the rescue and ran single lead!
Boy, was this a flashback I did not wish to re-live. The team crept and crawled for at least the next 5 miles. Not sure how close we were to SS.9 when they broke out of their funk but when we reached it, I was more than ready to scratch. The two coordinators who were working that road crossing told me it was 13 miles from here to Allagash. OK, I've done a 1/2 marathon, if I need to personally jog the rest of the way, that is what we shall do! But... can we make it, or should we scratch here??? Ginsing looks hot. I was torn, tired and wishing I could 'call a friend'. On the Fort Kent to Portage leg we had a plan B to camp out for an hour or more if the temps got too hot. So, why not now. The coordinators tell me that Caroline B. is not too far behind and that they just pulled a musher off the trail a bit further up. At least if we rest here and decide to scratch, we could 'call a cab'. I take out a baseball cap, 
cover my face and lay on top of the sled until Caroline arrives. When she does, I leave the sled and run back to her. We talk, I cry, she suggests I stay as late as dusk, then run into Allagash. Thank You Caroline for being a friend! Little did I know at the time... she too was struggling.To be continued....
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