“TIDEWATER TRAVERSE” 18-HOUR AR
JULY 30-31, 2011
WEST POINT, VA
It was hot! The weeks before had been awful with days regularly in the 100’s. July 30th topped out in the upper 90’s and it was still close to that by the 6PM start. We made sure we were stocked up with plenty of fluids for each leg, but we still drained our water bladders and bike bottles repeatedly. Chris had plenty of water out on the course and luckily everyone stayed safe.
“Richmond ASR: Raging Burritos” contained the normal cast of nefarious characters (Phil Dawson, Daniel Rodriguez, and Eric Cone) and one new addition... 
Lisa Kopecko, one of Eric’s officemates, was new to the sport and easily proved to be up to the task. She was not a stranger to endurance events, but this whole running around in the dark was all new. A cloudless, moonless night with a visible Milky Way and plenty of shooting stars probably made that a little easier to handle.
Rainbow Acres Campground in King and Queen County was once again the start location for the Traverse. Twenty-three teams showed up to toe the line. The prologue consisted of a short run to the campsite entrance where we got further instructions, a quick decision to be made about running or biking the next section, a run back to our bikes, a short bike out to the intersection with Route 631 where we picked up passports, and a ride back to the start. Then the race really began. Everyone piled into boats and we all headed upstream to find two points along the Mattaponi River before transitioning to the first trek section. We estimated we had 17 kilometers of paddling to do against a moderate out-going tide before getting to the trek.
Did I mention it was hot! There was plenty of water flying about from the paddles, but I think there was just as much sweat flying around. We had burned through our fluids by the end of this paddle. “The Mother Ship” Chesapeake Light Craft triple kayak once again proved to be fast as we steadily passed most teams. Eric had borrowed Jeremy’s kayak and we towed him along behind so we could stay together. We think he actually did some paddling. At the farthest checkpoint on the river we determined we were now about 6th place and feeling OK. A quick paddle back downstream brought us to the take-out at Sandy Point State Forest, Tim Gilbert’s familiar voice, new maps, a Gatorade, some cookies, and nightfall. We slathered on bug spray, studied the map, formed a plan, and headed out.
We could get any 10 of the 15 checkpoints before 2AM to still be in the race and we planned a counter-clockwise approach. Chris had said there weren’t too many briars, but we managed to find plenty as we stumbled around looking for CP 3. We gave up after a while and decided to come back to it after finding CP4. CP4 was easy and finding CP3 on the way back was also easy. There was plenty of second-guessing our abilities after that, but we picked our egos up off the floor and kept going. We mainly traveled the fire roads, bush-wacked plenty of reentrants, skipped the points way off to the south and seriously off-trail, and returned to Tim’s TA by about 1AM. We transitioned back to the boats for the 7K paddle back to Rainbow Acres. It was still hot on the river and we once again worked up a sweat. Navigation wasn’t too hard but it’s a little unnerving when there’s no moon, very few house lights, and using headlamps just ruins your night vision. Luckily we didn’t plow into any riverbanks and took out where we had started the race. We spent a little time hydrating, changing, eating; then headed out for a long night bike section at about 3:30AM.
We had seven checkpoints to find along a circuitous route that took us a long way north, then east, then back south. The next transition was to be a trekking relay, but we had to get through the night before that. Navigation was not hard but the estimated 55 kilometers did take some time. There was some bike towing involved, and as the sky lightened with the approaching day most of us didn’t get that usual burst of energy you get as the night starts to fade. I think the heat and humidity had taken its toll. We were all hydrated and I hadn’t had any serious cramping attacks as often happens, but we were tired.
Transition Area 3 (checkpoint 27 and 28) showed up about 7AM. The area had recently had a significant fire and “wasteland” definitely described the vista. We de-biked, changed into our still-muddy running shoes, had a few of Dan Hamilton’s delicious pancakes, and figured out who would do which leg and in what order. This section was pretty cool. Each teammate had to find a couple of points solo and I think Lisa had been worrying about this section the whole race. There were four different legs varying in both distance and navigation difficulty. Daniel took off for the “long-easy navigation” leg first since he’s the best runner. I did the “medium-harder navigation” section followed by Eric doing the “long-harder navigation” leg. We sent Lisa off last for the “short-easy navigation” section. Only then did she realize that one of the points was in a nasty pond requiring thigh-deep wading. The whole concept of wading through nasty water was not on Lisa’s radar screen before this race. It is now. She took a deep breath, decided to take her shoes off before wading in, and came back triumphant!
We had come through the course well and now had a short ride to TA4 for the final trekking section. Originally, the cut-off for leaving TA4 had been 10:30AM. The race was proving to be more difficult than Chris had anticipated, so he moved the cut-off back to 11AM and altered the route from there to the finish. Lisa looked a little confused. She originally thought we were now essentially done and just had a ride back to the finish. Finding out we had ANOTHER trekking section hit her hard, but she rallied amazingly and off we went.
Pat gave us our next map at TA4. The goal was to find any 5 of 13 checkpoints to stay “legal” for the race. We also had to stay within a defined area to avoid trespassing. This cut out the use of some handy roads to the east and forced some knarly swamp crossings. We got CP42 quickly but then got really lost for a short time. Somehow, we got turned around and ended up looping around to CP42 again. I think I was reading the compass 180 degrees wrong for awhile and the overcast sky eliminated using the sun for direction. That’s the only way I can explain it and I’ve never done that before. Hopefully, I’ll never do it again. After re-grouping, we headed west, found a very handy beaver dam across a swamp, trekked north along a fire road for CP39, headed back south into a reentrant for CP41, and then headed south again for CP31. We couldn’t find it! Time was running out so we had to cut and run. Turns out we had used a fire road that wasn’t on the map as our “fence.” We hadn’t gone far enough. Now there was no choice but to cross a swamp to find CP30 and get to the TA before 11AM. The swamp was no fun and saw grass cuts your knees up really nicely. We scrambled up the opposite bank, found CP31, and ran to the TA getting there with about 3 minutes to spare. Teams started streaming in, many after 11AM and some from the road which seemed odd since it was off-limits, as we changed shoes and hit the road for the last bike section. We had an hour.
A pace line seemed the right thing to do after racing for 17 hours. Daniel headed the line for most of the ride, I was next with Lisa on tow, and Eric helped spell Daniel occasionally. “Team Punishment” (I think) drafted off our efforts and we probably averaged about 18 mph. The finish line showed up at 11:35AM. There was the customary smattering of clapping and cheers as we dismounted and slowly collapsed. We rallied a little later to do the short obstacle course then headed for the showers.
This was a hard, challenging, good race. Chris really tested everyone and once again had laid out a great course. Scott Pleban reported cleared the course and Andy from “I’m On Point” came very close to doing the same. They’re amazing racers and should be seriously commended. The drive home, though Red Bull aided, was uneventful. I think we all slept well despite all the briar scratches.
Phil Dawson
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