Point Mariah Trail Marathon
Saturday, August 3, 2024, was the
Point Mariah Trail Marathon put on by the Donner Party
Mountain Runners. The race hadn’t been
on my radar for long, but it looked fun and everything came together to make it
happen. The race was less than an hour from
the Reno airport, which made travel easier.
Some friends were interested also, so I started to prepare for the
race. I wanted to build up my endurance,
but I didn’t have the time or energy to really put in the big mileages like I
used to. I also had to make sure I was
smart about my joints and feet. Nothing
in central Indiana can prepare you for mountains, so my plan was to get in good
cardio shape. I know I have the mental
toughness down, and I have been learning about fueling and electrolyte levels through
trial and error over the years.
I really studied the race map. The setup was interesting as it had only one
aid station that you passed through four times.
You ran to the aid station from the start finish (the orange loop), did
the blue loop to Point Mariah, the yellow loop up Rowton Peak, the pink loop up
Rowton Peak, and then headed back to the start finish line on the orange loop. The elevation gain was a healthy 4300’ with a max altitude of
7600’ on top of Rowton Peak. The
highlight was Point Mariah itself, with the picturesque swing on the end of the
ridge.
I spent the night camping at the
start finish line (a ski resort) to save some money. I had a good hammock spot set up, but midnight
rain encouraged me to move under the awning of the ski resort. It rained off an on from midnight until
morning, which was good to put a damper on the dust. The earth was so dry and dusty that the rain
didn’t ever puddle or runoff. I helped
the crew setting up in the morning and evening to pass time. It was fun to get to talk to the staff. Trail runners are good people.
In the morning, I had plenty of
time to get myself ready. My friends
showed up about a half hour before the race and I stored my camping gear and
luggage in the car. I was determined to
take things easy from the start (photographer Riley Bathurst) and not to get
caught up in the rush of the start.
Heading straight up Soda Spring hill would help me accomplish that. The hill didn’t look too big, but the trail
went pretty close to straight up the ski runs and took about a mile to
summit. This section of “trail” was very
loose rock and dust. The top was bare
rock. Despite starting in the back and
walking, I lost my friend Pamela. I
walked for a while after the summit waiting for her to catch up. I never caught sight of her. The south side of Soda Springs hill was a
beautifully runnable trail, with smooth pine needle cushioned downhill trail
through deep shady forest. The kind of
trail that begs you to run. Looking at
my watch, I knew I had to get running to achieve my goal of finishing before
the eight hour cutoff. I reluctantly
settled into a groove, but I kept watching for Pamela. This first leg, the orange loop, was fairly
easy after Soda Springs hill. The race
course eventually left the trail and cut off through a meadow towards some
cross-country ski trails through the forest around the Ice Lakes. There were up and downs, but over all it was
decent running with a good surface and shade.
Right before the aid station, the trail headed down the hill to the dam
across Serena Creek. The small dam was about
a foot wide with a big drop on the downstream side, but luckily the water
wasn’t flowing over the dam. A race
staffer was there to make sure made it across safely. Once across the dam, there was a gravel road
that took you to the aid station.
Having just one aid station
allowed the organizers to put all of their resources into making it an amazing
aid station. They had everything I could
want. Watermelon, orange slices,
pickles, pickle juice, water, pb&j sandwich quarters, and boiled potato
chunks with salt to dip them in. I
filled up my camelbak every time I came to the aid station. I ate as much as I could and headed out on
the blue loop to Point Mariah. I had to
head back up the road a little ways before a trail cut down to Serena
Creek. The loop started on a wide level
bridal or ski trail, but pretty quickly left the broad trail and started
switching back and forth as it climbed the ridge. It started raining pretty steadily at this
point. I walked until the trail climbed
out of the scrub and crested the ridge.
The ridge top was bare rock and dust except for scattered low growing
flowers like buckwheat. The views were
incredible with low clouds blowing through the mountains. The trail worked back down the far side of
the ridge before making its way along to the point. The inbound runners and the outbound runners to
Point Mariah shared the trail for a while.
At the end of the point was the famous swing
(photographer Riley Bathurst). I
took some time to swing there and enjoyed the view out over the royal
gorge. There was a whiskey aid station
there, but I decided to pass on that.
The trail back from the point took the broad trail back that was fairly
runnable. I kept my eyes open for
Pamela, but never saw her. The trail
went through a patch of thimble berries.
It snacked on a couple and noticed that a large mammal had been doing
the same.
After refueling at the aid
station, I headed off on the third loop.
This was the first ascent of Rowton Peak. The trail left from the aid station and
started climbing a mountain bike trail going up the mountain. It was winding and worked back and forth
across the mountain as it climbed. I
walked most of this and this loop felt the longest to me. Actually, according to my watch, it was the
longest. The sun came out and felt
pretty intense. Eventually I got to
Lola’s lookout, which was where the loop turned around and took another trail
back down the mountain. In general, the
downhill was less winding and narrow. I
wouldn’t say I ever hit the wall on this race, but this loop was the hardest
mentally. I was alone most of it, the
sun was bright, and there weren’t many landmarks to set your mind on. I tried to focus on being present in the
moment and enjoying where I was and what I was experiencing. I made it down to the aid station ready for
the challenge of the fourth loop, which had the steepest climb. The aid station had made quesadillas, which
were amazing.
This was probably the warmest
part of the day. The pink loop didn’t
beat around the bush, it just headed up the mountain. It wasn’t in the forest long, but was in more
open, sunny brush. As I climbed up the
dusty trail, I noticed the sky getting darker.
Thunder rumbled in the distance. Dark
clouds gave me occasional shade, but I felt more vulnerable without any trees
around and being on the edge of the mountain.
The trail made it up over Lola’s lookout and continued along the steep
drop off. The views were incredible, but
I kept hustling along to get down off the ridgeline. The storm never broke on me and I made it
down off the ridgeline. The rest of this
loop was a fairly decent run through quiet woods. The race was all down hill from here mentally
and I was feeling pumped to finish.
Pamela was waiting for me at the
aid station. She had finished loop three
and had dropped out. I topped off my
pack. One of the volunteers told me
about a concoctions that other racers were trying. Half pickle juice, half ginger ale. I made a glass and it was amazing. I even made another glass. The race director and Pamela were pumping me
up and cheering for me as I headed out on the last loop back to the
finish. I felt fairly good about my
chances to finish before the eight hour cutoff.
After crossing the dam and climbing up to the trail, I kept calculating
my pace to finish in time. I knew the last
stretch was about 5.5 miles and I had 96 minutes to complete it. That worked out to around 17 minutes a
mile. With 4.5 miles to go, I had 77
minutes to complete. I knew I still had
Soda Springs hill to climb. 3.5 miles to
go, I had an hour left. I was running
most of the time now. 2.5 miles to go, I
had 44 minutes left. Now I was climbing
Soda Springs hill. My walking was as
fast as I could go. I had 25 minutes for
my last 1.5 miles and I was still climbing the hill. It got steeper and the footing was getting
bad. It was loose dust and rock now on
the steepest stretch. After climbing to
the top, I could see the finish down at the bottom. The descent was going to be treacherous, but
I had to run as much as I could. I was
not experiencing Charlie horses in my quads (like many other races), but I knew
that they had put in serious work and I had to be careful. I ran across the finish line
(photographer Riley Bathurst), crossing at 7:58 elapsed time. I was overwhelmed and sat down in the shade
to recover. Another finisher must have
felt compassion, because she went and got me some food and drink. I eventually got a burger and picked up my race
shirt. The race director gave me a cool
print of Point Mariah. The race was a
blast and I’d recommend it to anyone interested.