Adventure Race race 5:04:14 [4] 45.0 km (6:46 / km) +1300m 5:54 / km
slept:5.5 shoes: Montrail Continental Divide
I enjoyed the MOMAR Squamish race course as it was new territory for me and a chance to explore an area I had travelled through, but never explored.
The course design featured many distinct areas of Squamish and as is the trend in racing in 'wilderness' next to urban areas, the race course finished in town and highlighted local race sponsors as CP's.
Without a paddling section, the RD incorporated more vertical and linear distance to make up for the usual MOMAR paddling length of 8 - 12 km.
As Urthbuoy mentioned, there was questionable placement of a couple of CP's: from a distinct orienteering perspective, having an educated guess as to where to look seemed pointless. In fact, there were a few racers that left without punching the control after a couple of minutes of looking in the area, convinced the CP had been mischieviously taken down (this was an expensive sixty minute penalty decision as it turns out....)
I wasn't too fast on my feet and I was holding Urthbuoy back during the trek. I've been on my bike quite a bit and had good legs for the bike sections.
The Rappel was surprisingly enjoyable: I was expecting a bottleneck at this discipline however it was free and clear when Urthbuoy and I arrived. The Race Director had put the rappel well into the race with the expectation of the contingent being spread out by the time they came onto the 'abseil' with little or no wait time.
Other than that, I had a great time, despite being the bane of Urthbuoys existence during the eve of race paddle down the Mamquam River with me playing the role of support and being at the wrong s take out spot. What was supposed to be a quick paddle and take out for him turned into a mini cross-Squamish adventure in paddling gear and neoprene booties as he walked in the dark along the higway for 4 km back into town in the hopes of spotting me along the hiway.
I was resolute in my belief I was on the river not realizing I was on a slough ( I was close enough to Howe Sound to think the lack of current on what I thought was the river was a high tide slacking off) and therefore waited and waited while the sun went down and there was no Urthbuoy. The usual back and forth scrambling took place and I was just about ready to file my 'missing paddler' report to the police when we were able to connect.
Lessons were learned, 'nuff said ;-)