Monday, May 18, 2015

60th Annual Potomac Downriver Race!

On Saturday, May 16th, NORSA paddlers Steve and Adam joined 42 other whitewater paddlers in the 60th running of the Potomac Downriver Race. Starting in Mather's Gorge right below Rocky Island, the racers took off in groups of 5-6 down the Potomac River to the finish line at Sycamore Island. At a relatively slow level of 3.5 ft, the racers slogged through a fair bit of flatwater, however they still enjoyed some excitement navigating the DC whitewater staples of Wet Bottom, Maryland Chute, Yellow Falls, and Stubblefield Falls. The hot sun proved itself a greater burden than the rapids; fortunately The Sycamore Island Club hosted a refreshing post-race party.

Results:
Steve: 1:14:25; 13th overall; 3rd in class (K1 Short); 3rd in age group.
Adam: 1:15:23; 16th overall; 10th in class (K1 Long); 4th in age group.

Start of the first wave.
Steve: #42 (third from right).
Adam: #39 (fourth from right)

Saturday, May 9, 2015

Just Another NORSA 5K post


 April 11, 2015 - A clear and sunny day greeted Steven S for the Rev3 Adventure Spring Thaw Trail Series at the Greens at Willowsford, part of the Willowsford Conservancy near Aldie, VA. Rev3 Adventures puts on a number of trail run/mountain bike/paddle combo races and the Spring Thaw series was made up of three events in northern Virginia, with separate trail run and mountain bike races on the same course.  Racers that compete in both events can accumulate points toward an overall cup.


The 5K was a relatively small race.  Steven S had initially planned to run the 10K but ended up signing up for the 5k only due to IT band problems that kept him from running for a couple months.  The course had a little bit of everything – hills, tight turns, fields, mud, gravel, woods, logs, rocks, etc.  Pretty soon Steven S was all alone on the course.  The last half mile was uphill and then the finish came abruptly out of a clearing in the woods.  Turns out he had outrun the rest of the 5K field to a NORSA-rific victory!

A podium finish in one of these races gets a stamped cedar race medal, a souvenir beer glass, and a box of energy bars.  The post-race fare was a little better than the typical shenanigans, offering fresh made chili and draft beer from Old Busthead brewery.

Willowsford is kind of near Dulles and not to hard to get to for future NORSA excursions.  There may be interest in other Rev3 events in the area, such as summer night “glow runs” and fall trail races.  The adventure run/bike/paddle races pick up again next spring.

Tuesday, May 5, 2015

2015 Cheat Downriver Race!

On May 1, 2015, veteran NORSA paddlers Steven and Adam, joined by NORSA newcomer Tom A, participated in the annual Cheat Downriver Race.  Billed as the largest mass-start downriver race (thus gaining the nickname, the "Massacre-ence"), over 160 paddlers raced down the 11 mile Cheat Canyon en mass, over and through continuous class III-IV rapids, including the notorious "Big Nasty," "High Falls," "Colliseum", and "Pete Morgan."

Adam:

The NORSA team had been training all winter long for this day, braving 20 degree days on a frozen Potomac river, high spring flows, and long weekend drives out to the Cheat and N. Branch of the Potomac.  Having had only run the Cheat once before, the NORSA veterans teamed up with Liquid Adventures' "Cheat Training" - a rite of passage for many DC paddlers - for weekday evening attaining and weekend downriver racing practices.

Steve:

The spring of 2015 was fortunately beset with weekly rains that kept the rivers flowing swiftly.  Come race day, the Cheat was at its lowest level all season.  At 5 PM, the racers lined up at the old washed out bridge in Albright, WV.  The NORSA racers were startled by the horn signaling the start of the race, and had to work their way up the pack.  As soon as they entered Decision rapid, the team was well on their way - gaining ground on the pack and giving up few spots for the remainder of the race.  The lower water level led to a slower race, with some changes in the rapids - BigNasty wasn't so big and nasty; Pete Morgan featured a new, giant hole in the run-out.

Tom:

An hour and a half and 11 miles later, after a couple flips, some unintentional surfing, and one swim, Team NORSA crossed the finish line under the Jenkinsburg Bridge, all within a few minutes of each other and comfortably in the top 1/3 of the pack, with a 10th place finish for TeamNORSA.  The racers celebrated with a rousing post-race party back in Albright, and as of the next morning were already looking forward to next year's MASSACRE-ENCE!

Saturday, February 14, 2015

NORSA ICE 2015

2015 NORSA ICE crew

January 30, 2015 - NORSA veterans Steven S, Steven L, Tom, Adam, Justin, the Neil, Eddie, and Aaron joined forces for one of the biggest NORSA ICE (Insane Cold-weather Excursion) trips in recent years, this time in the mountain state of West Virginia.  Fortunately the insanity was all under control thanks to top-notch planning meetings and Last of the Mohicans video clips viewed before the trip.  There would be no packing up in the middle of the night for this group.

The mission was simple.  Two cars would converge at a George Washington National Forest trailhead, hike about 6 miles in and 3 miles out with a 1300 ft elevation gain, make camp near White Rocks overlook, and maintain enough patriotism to be back on Sunday in time for the Super Bowl.


It was a brisk and windy morning when they hit the road west.   Things were quickly looking up, as all eight people were actually on time for the trip – a rare moment of NORSA ICE punctuality.  In just over two hours they were closing in on the trail.  Conditions were great until the last couple miles of a forest road, where Steven L had to put snow chains on his tires to navigate icy sections.  Adam helped install the chains and entertained the group by slipping on his arse, twice.

Everyone got loaded up and the hike started around noon.  Possibly distracted by many references to forgotten tent poles, Eddie left a glove behind, which was not recovered until the next day.  Fortunately it was warm enough without it as the Old Mail Path started a mile long ascent.  At the first turn onto the Racer Camp Hollow trail, they found a brief saddle and then climbed steadily for another 2 miles.  The snow pack varied from 4-6 inches, starting out firm with later powdery, deep, and steep sections.  A few pauses to remove layers and refuel kept morale high.

 Steve and Adam matching duathlon shirtsFinally reaching the Tuscarora trail, the group got a break as the incline became more gradual.  They thought about carrying a chair, left in a hunter's camp, but were pretty well loaded already, including Aaron’s medical bag with skin stapler (not that that has ever been needed on a NORSA ICE before).  Just after reaching the apex, they found the turn toward the overlook and its large campsite.  The hike had taken just over 4 hours and there was still about an hour of daylight left.

 El fuegoWith eight people foraging, an adequate supply of firewood was gathered and Tom’s foil-packed Vaseline cotton balls were immediately effective.  The fire ring was barely big enough for eight people, but worked well except when Steven L felt the need to smother it.  Under a full moon, a trip out to the overlook was possible with no lights needed (although a surprising amount of city lights could be seen in the distance).  After a hot meal, a drink, commentary about Matt’s consistent absence, and a few cautionary tales from the urologist in the group, they settled in for the night. 

Hiking downward Although it was one of the more snow-covered NORSA trips in a while, the temperature was pretty modest in the low 20s.  In the vicinity of the campsite there were a few sounds of animal movement and possibly an owl.   Overall though, everyone was reasonably warm and well-rested whether in tent or bivvy.


 The next morning's hike back to the cars was downhill and quick.  They got off the forest road with no trouble and then threw a slant to Roy Rogers’ for lunch.  Everyone enjoyed the sauce of the month and the really interesting debate at one end of the table on the marginal costs of driving.  They were back home by mid-afternoon, making the mission a complete success, despite what naysayers like Matt might have expected.

 

Kudos to Aaron for being in his first published NORSA trip and to Justin and Steven L for pictures so we don’t have to repeat Tom’s picture-less 2013 NORSA ICE post.
   

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

NORSA ICE 2013

NOW WITH PICTURES!!

For the latest installment of the NORSA Insane Cold-Weather Excursion (ICE), a team of four NORSA veterans braved the icy waters of Ramsey's Draft on January 26, 2013. Unlike the previous trip to Ramsey's Draft in November 2012 (an unrecorded NORSA expedition lost in time), Mike, the Steves, and I found the actual trail and, instead of hiking straight up to the ridgeline, decided to tackle the dozens of stream crossings along the main trail.

The trip began smoothly enough with a stop by some remarkable ice formations near the trailhead for a photo op. Then the first stream crossing was upon us. Wasting a good 15 minutes to find a good spot to rock hop across without getting our boots wet, we realized that the hike would quickly become an 8 - 10 hour ordeal if every stream crossing took the same amount of time. So, we got a little less dainty with each stream we crossed, and, by the end of the trip, we were essentially wading through any water ankle deep or shallower. As it turned out, everyone's boots were sturdy and the waterproofing held up wonderfully. However, Steve L. demonstrated exactly why cotton is a killer in the cold when we finally reached our campsite. When he changed into his synthetic clothing, his jeans were frozen into two solid tubes of ice.

The valley hike itself was beautiful, with the once-mighty hemlocks both towering above us and laying on the ground, the forest was surreal. It's a shame that the bulk of the hemlock trees have become victims of the Wooly Adelgid and this NORSA expedition will likely be one of the last times humans see the forest as it was  before a more resilient, but much younger tree supplants the hemlock as the canopy of the wilderness. However, the felled giants often provided a makeshift bridge for some of the stream crossings, and the stream crossings themselves lent their own air of natural splendor to the trip, as well. Additionally, the hike was made even more pleasant since no one else seemed willing to withstand the single-digit temperatures and not a soul was seen on the hike out to camp.

Once at the campsite in the shadow of the mountaintop which is home to Hiner Springs, the source of Ramsey's Draft, the team immediately felt the bitter chill of Mother Nature's bitchy side. Firewood was collected immediately and getting a blaze going was first priority. Once we had a solid, life-sustaining fire going, then it was time to set up camp. It was so incredibly cold that Steve L.'s ground tarp disintegrated at its first exposure to the cold air.

Following a hearty dinner of disparate cuisine ranging from soup and sardines to compressed nut health bars and spirulina snacks, we participated in the traditional NORSA ICE rituals of drinking around the fire, telling stories, and making fun of our friends not brave enough to endure the frigid weather with us. Then, it was time to hit the sack. Literally crumbling apart in brittle sheets, Steve L.'s tarp barely kept him insulated from the ground. Meanwhile, Steve S, Mike, and myself stayed in tents with many layers of insulation between ground and body and still felt the heat sapped from us once the snow's natural insulation melted out from under us. The night's chill was probably even colder in the dawn hours, but the coldest recorded temperature that any of us noted was 8° Fahrenheit.

The next morning, a hasty fire was built to return life to our extremities, retire the consumable trash, and de-ice our water bottles for the return hike. Following a quick breakfast of trail mix or whatever else was handy, we set out upon the trail in the light of the breaking dawn (which came so late given our position in a valley). The trip back went much faster than the trip out since we now thought nothing of crossing a stream and trusted wholly to our boots' waterproofing. We did see another troupe of campers near the trailhead who were either setting up camp early to do some fishing or who may have also braved the night with us. Then, back at the trailhead, another successful NORSA ICE concluded with little ado and the long ride back to civilization.