Lucky for me, the biggest event of the season was in my backyard, the first annual North American Ski Mountaineering Championships. There was a lot hype leading up to the event because of the mountaineering mixed into the course (see pictures below). There was a large turnout for the race including the Canadian National team and the Italian National men (who happen to be some of the fastest in the World right now). In addition, there was a strong contingent from the Salt Lake City, a few guys from Jackson, and the usual junkies from Colorado.
Day One
The race weekend opened up with the sprint races on Saturday morning. The temperature was frigid, well below zero when I woke up, so warming up and trying to stay warm before the start was a challenge due to the 8 am start. The sprint course was short and fast with a lot of transitions. The cold ended up playing a major factor in the race because a lot of people had issues with their skins not sticking. Skimo racing is different than running or other sport in that there is a technical aspect to deal with while racing. Nonetheless, I think everyone had a good time and enjoyed the hot coffee and breakfast afterwards in the mid-mountain cabin at the start/finish.
I had a solid race because I was focused more on having good transitions then trying to red-line myself on climbs. I still felt like it was my first race of the season because my transitions were far from perfect, but evidently they were good enough to land me the top American finish! Hopefully for next year the sprint races can be a spectator event at the base area with a qualifier run, then moving into heats for eliminations.
Day Two
There was some serious energy on the start line this year with everyone excited and nervous about climbing the ridge after seeing the pictures from the day before. Off the start line, the race was the typical drag up the groomer for 10 minutes to break the pack apart before going to a skintrack. I decided to go conservative off the start line since it was my first race of the season and I didn't want to blow up. I watched the Italians quickly pull away, stringing out the rest of the lead pack. When I hit the skintrack I realized my mistake of starting slow when I was stuck skinning behind a few people that were struggling with the switchbacks. I soon grew impatient of having to stop on every switchback to wait my turn to go around and started passing in the powder when I had the opportunity. I ended up moving up about five spots to get ahead of the small group, but wasted a lot of energy in doing so. The rest of the skin up the Peel to get to the guides ridge was more relaxed because I was on my own.
Pulling up to the bottom of the guides ridge I secured my skis and poles on my pack to ready for the ascent and put on my windbreaker(in the rules). I clipped into the fixed line and started up the ridge with my ascender. I quickly found that the ascender seemed like more of a hindrance than an aid in climbing the ridge. I was caught up with a couple guys right in front of me and right behind me that would pull the fixed rope off to side of what was the easiest line to run up so I would resort to using the ascender to pull myself straight up and over where ever the rope was. Certainly, not the most efficient way to climb especially when you lack experience using an ascender (like me).
By the time I was a third of the way up the ridge I realized I needed to relax because my heartrate was pinned due to being caught up in the all the action. Jarad (SLC Samuri) and Andrew McNabe(the 6'4" Canadian) passed me at about this point and I found myself climbing behind Jon Brown who we had caught up to on the ridge. Moving at the slower pace was a relief to my body which was burning up inside my windbreaker.
I was relieved to reach the peak and descend down to the saddle below. At the transition I put the windbreaker back in my pack, put my skis on, and guzzled some Aclimate. The descent was blistering fast down to the North Face Lift on the fresh corduroy. I realized how cooked I was on the next climb up the Headwall ridge to the saddle below the peak. About halfway up I was cursing the slippery switchbacks and had both Italians come by me (a lap up). I decided it was worth stopping for a minute or two to refuel since I still had another lap. I pulled my pack off and chugged a bottle of drink mix while eating a couple gel shots.
I was glad to be at the saddle again to head down for my final lap up the Headwall ridge. I had a quick transition to skins on at the bottom and motored up the climb making up the time on Jon that I had lost on the last lap when I was running on empty. By the time I reached the saddle I had closed the gap back down to a reasonable amount to make up on the downhill.
The final descent was blistering fast with a straight-line down International on fresh corduroy. Luckily, the bottom section was off-piste bumps. I opted to keep the straight-line going, taking inspiration from a missile and found myself flying by Jon. I hit the bottom of the descent pumped to finish, but came around the bottom of the lift to realize I was going to get kicked in ass one more time. I put my head down and suffered through the 200 meter uphill skate to the finish line and the rest was smiles.
I had a solid race, finishing 9th overall (7th technically if the Italians don't count in the NA Champs) and I realized again this weekend why I love racing....
I want to shout out and say thanks to everyone who attended the event, all you stellar people from CO, UT, ID, WY, and Canada that made the trip! You made the atmosphere at the race!And of course thanks to CBMR and all the people who helped put on this event! Especially those of you who fly under the radar without recognition!
Check out Chris Miller's site for pics and video(or if you need inspiration to get out and ski)
http://gooneyriders.typepad.com/gooney_riders/2012/01/rando-race-at-crested-butte-.html



























