Rim to Rim to Rim at the Grand Canyon

We arrived at the Grand Canyon in Tim’s Motorhome……ahhh luxury.  We headed over to check out where the trail started on Friday so we could get an early start and figure out where to go in the dark at 4am. Peering over the rim of the Grand Canyon I suddenly realized what I had agreed to do. The idea of running down, then up, then down, then up these massive canyon walls seemed a little nuts! I forgot what Grand Canyon means!

To be continued!!

NEW Zeland March 2012

Running in New Zealand – The Northburn 100

The ultra running community makes the world a small place. I met Lisa Tamati at Badwater 2009. Actually, I didn’t formally meet her. We were both standing at the awards presentation and I noticed her adorable skirt and top coordinated perfectly with her Badwater buckle. I also noticed her feet looked better than mine after our epic 135 mile race.

LA High Finish

La Ultra – The High: Race Report

Somewhere on the end of the earth, between China and Pakistan is a remote road in the Himalayas. This dirt road is only open 2 months out of the year because the snows of the Himalayas obscure it from human view for most months in the year. Magically the road opens for a short period of time and the rugged colorful trucks from China bring their commerce into India.

cliff-s

Part 2 Arriving in India

To say that India has changed my life is an understatement. I have thought about my experiences there ever since I left to come home 17 days ago. My head and my heart are floating somewhere at 18,000 feet, resting on the soft snow of Khardung La.

Ironically, that is where our family prayer flag is stretched across and waving in the mountain winds, at the peak of Khardung La.

Top of the world Himalayas

Avalanches and No Air… Fun in the Himalayas!

I am back from one of The High’s of my life…running The High in the Himalayas. Where do I begin when there is so much to share? Do I tell you all the details? Do I speak about witnessing acute altitude sickness on an unknown Indian man? Do I tell you about Yaks and mongooses and herds of goats roaming at 17,500 feet, in a place that is as remote as the Moon?