2013 – HARRINGTON

Team Mountain Designs Geoquest Race Report – Harrington 2013

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Thursday – Travelling

Travelling to and from Geoquest is always an epic in itself. We had the CRV packed to the hilt and I was the only one doing he event....Jan was the designated driver and Susie Williams- Blissner along for the ride as support crew! Gary was lucky to even make it to Geoquest having his house broken into and their car stolen just days earlier......luckily the thieves were not

into adventure racing as Gary still had all his gear! After travelling for 10 1⁄2 hrs we arrived at Harrington at around 4pm, and we headed to the cute little house at Crowdy Head which was ‘crowdy’ as somehow we managed to fit 12 people over the weekend. I went for a bit of an explore of Crowdy Head National Park by bike and returned to find Gary all geared up in his new race outfit......the shark fishermen down at the harbour didn’t know what they were looking at!

Friday – Registration, Briefing, Competencies, Kids Race, & Maps

Early morning is like the calm before the storm......we check and recheck that we have all our gear! Gary has 3 tubs, me one tub, 1 duffle bag, and a food bag......we fit glow sticks to boats & PFD’s.... check we have everything for the bikes.......then check on our team mates! The boys (Nick and Jaysen) are still on the road with our extra support crew member – Pommie! We register at 11 and the boys arrive at the Harrington Pub for briefing. Gary gets an exemption from the competencies as he is one of only two who have done more than 10 Geoquest’ s .....this would be my 8th Geoquest and the 1st for the boys....so Jaysen, Nick and I had to get into the kayak, capsize get back in again and swim.....Gary just watched on with a smirk on his face! We spruiked ourselves up for the team photo and then sat back and relaxed as the kids race was underway.....Gary’s 3 girls were out there as were Jan and Susie as volunteers!

Maps were issued soon after 3pm and from that moment onwards the course would unfold.....start paddle at Crowdy Head....and finish with a paddle......and lots in between! Team Mountain Designs is soon into action, Gary and Kim doing the maps.....Jaysen & Nick contacting.....Jan, Pommie and Susie peering over the support crew maps working through the transitions and asking what we will want / need! Kylie’s the kitchen (we are all in the kitchen).... she’s preparing Pizza, bolognaise, apple pie as we

spend some 5hrs planning our course! As the light fades Gary struggles seeing the maps....Jan offers her glasses......and on they go and soon he can see again!!!! Gary spends time redrawing the trails that are faint/difficult to see....as he won’t have Jan’s glasses once we set off..... but he will have a second pair of eyes.....mine! We finished the maps at 9.30pm and spent an hour or so placing gear into the vehicles for the morning.......this was one of the earliest finishes I can ever remember!

Saturday – Geoquest Begins

Leg 1 Paddle 16k (Crowdy Head – Diamond Head)

We get all geared up for the start at the lighthouse atop Crowdy Head. The excitement builds and as the mayor sounds the siren...Gary is off first off the mark down the hill......we get to the ski’s in no time and soon we set off out to sea! What

looked like perfect conditions, was in reality the opposite....it was a bumpy mess out there.....Gary and I both feeling unstable as we were wearing shoes / not paddle footwear...shortening the leg length and reducing stability....the boys were having the same trouble and had a couple of swims along the way......lucky they had been practicing for weeks in the surf......getting in and out of the Fenn XT!!!! The paddle finished at the beautiful Dunbogan Beach, at Diamond Head where waters were calm blue and beautiful.....support crews would have had no idea how tough conditions were out there for teams......I was certainly glad the be on dry land!

Leg 2 – Trek & Swim 19k (Diamond Head – Laurieton)

We had a lightning fast transition as planned; food was in packs ready to go, as we had a swim and compulsory PFD’s for the leg. We just kept ours on! We raced around Diamond Head in what seems like no time at all and headed towards the lake for the swim.....our team carried inflatable kids Lilo’s and we blew these up as we ran. Nick the lifeguard ditched his, as he kept slipping off, however for Jaysen, Gary and I this was just great....keeping the chill off our upper bodies....we punched CP 4 and it was not long before we were running up the ‘North Brother’....yes we ran a lot....we shocked quite a few Geo Half Teams at this point and Team Rogue! CP 5 at the Trig Point was and easy find, so after reaching the summit and the views, I set a cracking pace down the lovely trail off North Brother in Dunbogan National Park....the trail was lots of stairs and switchbacks....just the way I like it!

Leg 3 – Paddle 16k (Laurieton – Ross Glen)

We were in 3rd place at this stage, trailing Macpac and Outer Limits by less than 20mins. We could just see them in the distance as we paddled towards CP B, A, the C. They did not opt for the portage, but we did.....we took a risk that it would not be too shallow......it paid off.....we did not catch the leaders but did not lose any time either and put some time into Team Rogue who were catching us. I was freezing.....so we just paddled harder and faster.....and soon we arrived at the TA Ross Glen.

Leg 4 – Trek 15k (Ross Glen – Old Batar Creek Quarry, Middle Brother State Forest)

We were wet, I was cold, so we did a full change into dry clothes....the plan was for no more changes for the race......and with some epic treks ahead a nice set of clean socks can help prevent blisters! This TA took a little longer, as we had to also plot 8 CP’s (D – M) on the map and plan a route which included collected CP 8 plus 8 of the possible CPs D-M .....J was compulsory....it was the famous Bird Tree...the biggest Tree in Australia. We opted for D,M,J,L,K,H,G through the TA (just to excite the support crew) and finished with F. We saw three teams on this leg – Macpac, Outer Limits and Rogue....Macpac were travelling extremely fast.....but we felt we were ahead of the others! K was a long way down.....quite deceiving really, but it was much less off tack than E, which we left out! We took a bit too long on F not fining the track out of the TA, but bush bashed our way to the creek.....it was now night time as the light had totally faded......this creek would have been amazing in the daylight......and full of rapids if in flood....we ran down the flat rocks and punched F and exited via the track back to the TA.....we were in 2nd place....ahead of outer Limits.....1hour down on Macpac!

Leg 5 – MTB 50k (Old Batar Creek Quarry, Middle Brother State Forest – Swans Crossing)
It was buy this time after 6pm, pitch black and so far we had not touched our bikes.....so we were ready to hit the trails.....we had 5 maps to get through......and the contours were so finely printed on the map it was difficult to tell what the terrain would really be like! We had a nice descent, but then a nasty 1k climb.....our Ay UP’s were ensuring we had good clear vision and we just motored along at

a good pace.....we located CP 10 & 11 without any trouble, but found 2 Geo Half Teams searching for CP12....we retraced our steps.....and were sure in the right place.....just as Outer limits catch us...and find the CP. We exit there together......and arrive at CP 13 at the Tennis Court at Hannam Vale together.....we seemed stronger....as I did not need to get towed...so we made a brake and pushed our way up to CP 14 (a waterfall) and exited just as Outer limits were arriving. We got ahead again but only to be caught again searching the creek for CP15. It was to be found on a creek junction....but we could not find one......all I found was a fresh-water crayfish......hiding amongst the rocks wondering what all the fuss was about. We thought this must not be right....went about

another 300m along the trail....and came to another crossing......and Jaysen spotted the CP in the distance....we still had the ride around the trail to get to it......Outer limits were now just one step ahead of us......but we soon got ahead following some steep descents and pinchy climbs! We hammered to the TA choosing to take the minor trails 2.5k as opposed to 5.5k on major trail......well we were devastated to find that Outer Limits had put 20minutes into us! Lesson learned!

Leg 6 - Trek 14k (Swans Crossing – Comboyne Showgrounds)

We were greeted by the Jan at the TA ....she had to remind the volunteer to do his job......he had been turning off his lights and making the TA difficult to find.....in a campground spanning several kilometres......just to add the challenge! Jan was NOT HAPPY with his manner, nor the language being used in front of our support crew (apparently he was anti Queenslanders)! Soon we were shuffled away into our little area to have a feed of pumpkin, soup, chicken pies, and ham & cheese toasties before setting off on Trek number 3. We bumped into Outer limits again.......looking for the little trail leading to CP 18.....well it was pretty much non-existent.....but somehow we found it. It was marked by pink dots spray painted on trees......I was at the front with my AY UP Ultra’s lights brightening up the entire forest....but the marks were still difficult to find.....(now we wish we had have turned back and went via the road)! We found our way to the creek but that is where we lost the marks, and as we climbed to the saddle, we thought we were going up a high point, so beared off a bit too far to the left...missing the creek bend. We realised our mistake when we hit the road to the south of the CP approximately 800m from the bend! So we hightailed it back along the creek, where we had a few scary moments slipping down steep cliffs.....Gary was setting the pace...and we were struggling to keep up.....he’s the master of this type of travel! Finally we hit the bend and the illusive CP 18! We opt for the road to CP19 and take the long way around to 20 (we have certainly learned the lesson that at Geoquest when the bush is so thick and steep.....the long way is faster). The exit was CP 20 was horrendous......the thickest busk we had encountered for some time.....there was fallen trees, really spikey tough vines......I think worse than Lantana & Wait- a-while. We did find the track up to the road.....thank goodness...otherwise I think we would have spent another hour getting out! We ran the final 9k back to the TA coming across Team Rogue on the road into Comboyne.......we were surprised that we had only lost one place on this trek, and regained it.....getting into the TA in 3rd place.

Leg 7 - MTB 38k (Comboyne Showgrounds – Lansdowne State Forrest) Our spirits had really lifted now.....as
we had not lost places.....only time......Outer Limits were 2hrs ahead

and we still had 4 legs remaining. Our support crew were certainly excited to see us....they had no access to spot tracking so had no idea what had happened to us......it was now daylight....but chilly as the cloud had mostly lifted and it seemed like a perfect day for a ride! When we left this TA we would not see our support crew until the last paddle....it was the time to have a break.....as the next TA was unsupported. This ride was tough.....we set out past Mt Bulli being chased by James Pitman the photographer..... Gary shot to the front to look good for the photos.....and Nick dropped his chain! We had commenced the climb......and it was endless! The climb to CP 22 was tough enough....but it just did not stop going up, up, and up! Nick towed me for a bit....but the bungee was so stretched it was cutting off my fingers....so I opted just to ride.....We travelled along Big Nellie Road to CP23 Flat rock Lookout.....with magical views out to the South East. Then another 5k or so to Newby’s Lookout, all in the Coorabakh National Park, the pace was not fast....but were riding most of it ..... I did have to get off a few times. Finally a bit of relief along Coopernook Trail with the climbs turning into more pleasant undulations.....it was a huge relief to make it to TA 7 to find that Outer Limits were just over an hour ahead.......we had caught up quite a bit.

Leg 8 – Split Trek 5k (Lansdowne State Forrest)
Gary and Nick teamed up to collect CP P, N & R. Jaysen and I headed for CP S. I was not going to risk going to CPQ even though it seemed so close.....just wanted to play it safe! We managed to get back in about 45mins and I got a 5 minute break to sit back relax and eat my corn chips, while Jaysen and I waited for Gary & Nick. We were in and out to the TA in about an hour...so not bad.....same as Outer Limits!

Leg 9 – MTB Rogaine 20k (Lansdowne State Forrest – Coopernook Wharf) We just had to collect CP27 and 3 of 4 CP’s (T, U, V, W, X) and then not forget CP28. The good thing was that because we were up so high......there was going to be some awesome descending....and there was.....but I still can’t forget the climbing that we did! We opted to go the route U, W, X and this worked well; I think Macpac chose this option too! The trail up to CP X was a bit tricky to find....but we could see the high point...so not a drama!

Leg 10 – Paddle 13k (Coopernook Wharf – Harrington)
Our support crew were so excited to see us.....Kylie had hot chips....I ate all the crispy fatty ones....as I had struggled to eat a bit earlier on the bike. I had to get these down fast....as we did not have time to waste we were heading for a podium finish and we thought Rogue were still on our tail. It was

great to finish with a paddle in the daylight......and Gary & I we were paddling like pros ....according to Jaysen! We tried to jump on the back of a cruiser boat....but it was going a bit too fast! In less than 1hr we had punched our final CP and heading for the pub.....and the finish line! We were greeted by Pommie at the bank...and gatherer all our compulsories....and make to 500m trek to the finish like.....we were stiff tired....but nothing was going to stop us now! We crossed the line at 3.03pm in 31hrs

and 3 minutes in 3rd place.... greeted by Craig & Louse from Geocentric, Kylie & Family, Jan, Susie & Pommie, our wonderful support crew! I was shortly bundled up in a sleeping bag and animal fur hat....as it was cold and windy......but nothing was stopping me from enjoying a bottle of Champagne with my team! Gary and I headed to the pub later than night for a well-earned STEAK!

Sunday – Pack Up & Presentations

Part of the experience of doing Geoquest year after year, is listening to the stories afterwards from friends and fellow adventure racers. The winners of the Geo Half were doing their first ever big race together and it was great to hear about their race at the breakfast! The stories from teams who braved multiple capsizes in Leg 1 in shark invested waters will certainly be on the tips of many tongues for a long time. Discussion about the track to CP 18 was certainly a hot topic......as many teams just thought it did not exist....how lucky were they! The town of Harrington might never be the same.....as according to the local shopkeeper we are a ....and have inspired the town to get fit....and get out there!

We, Team Mountain Designs, would like to thank our wonderful support crew, and our sponsors for your continued support. Your assistance with all gear and nutrition certainly helps get us to the finish line faster......and we hope that we inspire others.....in this great sport of Adventure Racing!

Support Crew:- Kylie & Family (Diggie, Dersley, Emily, Charlotte, Sarah) Jan Susie Pommie

Sponsors:- Mountain Designs Tri Adventure Ay Up Lights Hammer Nutrition Salomon

Photography:- James Pitman

Outer Edge Racing

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We had no navigator, no support crew,one missing teammate, an almost non-existent training regime leading up to therace. Sean’s only exercise in the past 4 months had been eating donuts andwalking to the photocopier. Geoquest was upon us.

With the usual mix of arse and class weherded a motley crew of Sarah, my 69 year old dad and my wife – due to delivera baby in 2 weeks... or less, as our support crew. We convinced the highlyesteemed Pete Marshman to join the race crew and, after minimal fuss we bundledourselves into the car and headed north to Harrington - dads burgeoning car andtrailer overloaded with bikes, kayaks, flippers, lycra and arse-lube. Thekayaks were of particular concern. They were held to the car with a few piecesof old wood, screwed together that morning – the setup looked anything butconvincing. Dad – the dodgiest man to have ever wielded a hammer – assured meit would be fine for the 1500 odd kms they had to travel.

After the usual pre-race preparation ofdrilling holes in kayaks, replacing vital bike bits and eating copious amountsof food, we were ready. Race day dawned with high cloud, hardly a breath ofwind and a good forecast. As we lined up for the le-monde start I felt relaxedand calm – I was ready to suffer.

The gun went off the sprinting started.Outer Edge Racing were straight to the front of the pack leading the field downthe hill with Macpac hot on our heels. After a glorious 200m we took a wrongturn (Macpac satisfyingly in tow) and relegated ourselves to the middle of thepack. We arrived at the boats, donned gear and began the dreaded ocean kayak.

Sean and I were terrified of this leg.Two years ago we had capsized a thousand times in 20kms in open water – the legtaking us hours longer than it should have. We quickly settled in to a slow butsteady rhythm. 1⁄2 way through we were yet to go for a swim, and though the swellwas turbulent, we were feeling OK. But no sooner had I congratulated Sean onnegotiating another wobble, we both went swimming. And so began the next70minutes of agonisingly wet and slow progress. We later found out that severalboats had seen sharks in the water. Had we known we would probably have been acrying mess. We capsized twice more into the shark-infested waters before landwas in sight.

Somehow we managed to surf a wave intoshore perfectly, and made a dash for the transition. To this day I will neverknow how we managed to finish so elegantly. Now that that leg was over, wecould concentrate on racing rather than surviving. Staying in our wet clothingwe strapped fins and life jackets to our packs and began the next leg – the runof chafe! We ran through the first short section of navigation without dramas,then headed through bushland to a 500m swim. After collecting the next checkpointwe began a tough slog up the 500m high North Brother. 5:40 hours into the racewe topped out, clipped a checkpoint and began the run down into Laurieton. Allleg we had been overtaking teams and we were feeling good.

From Laurieton we had a fairly uneventfulpaddle through Watson Taylors Lake picking up several cheap checkpoints beforepaddling up the Camden Haven River to Rossglen for the next run. We weregreeted by our now growing support crew. Pete’s parents had turned up takingthe total number of supporters to 6.5. Larissa, Pete’s wife had also joined theranks from the start with their one-year-old – Haydon – in tow.

We had been getting our mojo back afteran appalling first leg and were setting times in the top 10, even thoughrunning and especially paddling were our weakest legs. After 8:50 hours ofracing we set off for perhaps the toughest leg of the race. Starting indaylight was a fantastic start. With salty chafed testicles protesting, weclimbed 260m to checkpoint 8 then started the Rogaine section of the leg. Wepicked up checkpoint D without any issues, then bombed off the backside of thepeak to pick up the main road. In typical (Craig) Bycroft style the racecovered an area where the maps and the terrain didn’t quite tell the same story.Thanks to loggers many moons ago, a series of overgrown tracks wrappedthemselves around the ridges and mountain tops, leaving would-be navigatorsfloundering. Was this the right track? It didn’t look like it... With me on themaps we wallowed for 15 minutes looking for possible tracks. Feelingexasperated, we then ditched them in favour of Pete’s suggestion: “Lets headthat way, I think I saw someone earlier and now I can’t – maybe they’re on aroad”. To any seasonednavigator, postulations like that would be fraught. Butto us it was our best option, and it worked a charm. Back on track we picked upcheckpoint E and headed for M: tactical error. As we circled roundanti-clockwise slowly picking up checkpoints we found ourselves diving down asteep ravine looking for K. Luckily Renwick was on the ball and now in controlof the maps, but it was a long diversion and our progressed slowed even more.

To compound our slow pace, my feed haddeveloped an odd pain at the base of the 5th tarsal – (the middle outside ofthe foot). The pain was sporadic but agonising. I’d never felt anything like itbefore – the leading theory of its aetiology was that the kayak footrests hadsomehow caused my feet to bend in odd and now very painful ways. When we wouldusually be running, we were now dordling with me limping along behind. And soit was that a 16km trek turned into 18kms and almost 6 hours! As we limpedslowly into transition I prayed to the pain gods that my feet wouldn’t feellike this on the bike. If they did it was probably going to be race over forOuter Edge Racing.

Luckily my bike shoes were far kinder tomy feet and the pain subsided. My concentration returning we changed into bikegear and began a 50km bike. Feeling relieved we made fairly easy work the bikeleg. Sean was evidently feeling his three-month taper, though in typical styledidn’t complain once. The last trek had been tough for the both of us andsapped a bit more juice than it should have. We arrived at Swan Crossing ataround 4am. Our support crew were in form and on fire. Sandwiches were ready,boats had been fixed (not ours it turned out), chaffing cream was at the ready.Even at 4am they were perky, full of praise and ready to nudge us along withsome stern, cajoling words and a little smooch for those of us lucky enough tohave our wives supporting us.

The 3rd trekking leg – Leg 6 – was to bethe toughest of them all for me. My feet ached mercilessly and trying to runhad me wincing, groaning and carrying on endlessly. Renwick had been in good formand so took the maps as dawn approached. We chugged along a road then diveddown a small fire trail. From there we headed down a steep sided mountain forthe river and hopeful checkpoint. We were to descend 50m apparently beforefinding a saddle. After 50m came and went we were still descending with only afleeting protest from Pete and I. Seanprotests at nothing, you could tell himhe had to carry 20 bricks for the race and he’d just do it with a smile on hisdial. After 150m Renwick started to swear:
“Fuck Fuck Fuck”, “Fucking stupidAndrew”, “Foooorrrk!” pause “Fuuuuuck!”
I was a bit too tired to be tooconcerned – so was everyone else. What’s more it’s not the mistake but thesolution that really mattered now. It turned out that we had headed east downtoward a river when we should have headed west. With a wry smile, we assuredRenwick that yes, it was a pretty good balls up, but that at lease we knewroughly where we were and we’d get to the next checkpoint eventually.

Two hours and two kilometres later thefour of us were in la la land. We’d descended into some sort of prehistoricwilderness, which had probably never seen humankind before. A steeply droppingriver, strewn with giant boulders, vines – and for all we knew, a troll or two– led us up to our checkpoint. Not knowing how far down the river we had endedup, we didn’t know how
far upstream we had to go. The sense of urgency wasreplaced by a sense of wonder. We weren’t racing anymore, as the sun shone downand we worked our way through the caves and bridges of an endless boulder fieldand rapids, our sense of adventure overtook us. We no longer went the way ofleast resistance – what was the point? This ‘navigational adventure’ was surelyendless and removed us from any sort of respectable placing in Geoquest. But itwas the happiest the four of us had been all race. We chatted like schoolboys:

“lets go through there”

“look at that!”

“Wow, check out that cave – that’sawesome”

“Can you get through there?”

We even took our shoes off to cross theriver on several occasions. And then, all of a sudden the river had changeddirections and we were on top of checkpoint 18. We slowly began to switch on –but gave up all hope of a top 10 finish. We met briefly with team 24 (Bec, Ray,Steve and John). Turns out Bec Wilson (the pinup girl or Adventure Racing – SeeRogue Adventures site) knew Sean. A hilarious interaction ensued where Becdived in for a greeting kiss on the cheek, while Sean shot out his hand for afirm manly shake while calling her “Missy”. Somehow she landed puckered lips onmuddy, sweaty stubble and Sean went instantly quiet. The remaining lads ofOuter Edge Racing were slack-jawed, wide-eyed and stunned that the mosthaggard-looking man of the entire race scored a kiss from the supermodel ofGeoquest, despite trying to punch her in the guts with a wayward handshake.Unfortunately they powered ahead of us on foot, leaving us for dead in theundergrowth. The jog/shuffle into the next checkpoint was slow and‘uncomfortable’. Sean and I especially were feeling the last 28 hours ofracing.

Comboyne is a lovely little town. As weneared the transition area we saw long time rivals the The BMX Bandits leaving.In the sun, surrounded by clean, smiling friends and family with all the foodwe could possibly want, it was a struggle to get up chase them down. And itshowed. Our transition time was almost 30 minutes!!! On the bike things startedto feel better. I could sense the end was near. Sean too was feeling morecomfortable on the bike. Renwick was no slouch on two wheels, and for all Iknow, Pete – or Marshdude as he was now known – was born on a bike. He was theundoubted freak of the team. On his 11 year-old 18 speed bike made of leather,cast iron and stone – he left us for dead on the hills. As the race drew to arapid end, I learned that Pete’s brother turned down an offer to represent theAustralian mountain biking team, and Pete – though he never said as much – wasnot far behind.

The leg went quickly. Determination hadreturned and I was feeling fast and decisive. We powered through leg 7,satisfyingly overtaking the Bandits who had shot past a checkpoint. Later on wepassed team 24 and several other teams we had been exchanging waves with. Weset the fastest time of the field for leg 7, which was a great relief ifnothing else. Coming into Lansdowne State forest we pulled in to leg 8 – ashort split leg/rogaine. After some brief negotiating we decided that Sean andI would get the closer checkpoint and Marshdude and Renwick would get the otherthree. They set off at a blistering pace. Sean and I doddled as fast as ouraching feet and legs would allow us. 50minutes later the four of us were backready to jump on the bikes. We had again set a blistering time, beating almostevery other team in the field.

We transitioned slower than we shouldhave before setting off on the last bike. Maps in hand, and still feelingresolved to smash the final few sections of the race for all it was worth, wepounded out the final 18kms only a few minutes slower than the fastest team. Wehad well and truly found our racing mojo again, and even though we thought wewere a fair way behind the lead teams, we were gunning for the finish line.Some decisive navigating saw us negotiating some map vs reality discrepanciesbefore we pulled in to Coopernook for the final leg.

Our dear little support crew was full ofgusto. Perhaps spurned on by our sudden form, perhaps by the impending end,they shoved a sandwich in our mouth then set us off for the final fling – a13km paddle via checkpoint 30. It was dark and navigation would be a littletedious, but Marshdude had just had a redbull and was paddling like a manpossessed. I sat back and concentrated on getting our bearing right as theother two called for Marshdude to slow his maniacal pace. We worked our waydown the Lansdowne River and then the widening Manning River, picking upcheckpoint 30 on our way to the finish line. We set a much faster pace than wethought, and ended up at Harrington just after 9pm. We had been racing for justover 37 hours without reprieve. We finished in 7th, 15 minutes behind the 2ndmens team.

We hugged our support crew, high fivedthe organisers, chatted about the next race and went to bed.

Races like this simply aren’t possiblewithout a support crew. Cath, Sarah, Wes, Larrissa, Rob and Jane were pivotal.Their smiles and words of support at the end of a leg become the reason forracing when things get tough. More than anyone except maybe your race mates(though that’s a tough contest) it’s your support crew that you feel indebtedto, bound to and in love with. Without their hard work – it simply can’t bedone. Thanks guys.

Sponsors too make the whole process somuch easier. Several companies deserve special mention. Hammer Nutrition fortheir nutrition and clothing (especially bib knicks and vanilla, banana andespresso gels), Silva for their hands-down brilliant compasses, Suunto fortheir very reliable barometers/watches and compasses, icebreaker for the mostcomfortable clothing worth racing in (except for the fore mentioned knicks),Salomon for what have long been the racing shoes of choice, Petzl for their head torches (especially thenao which is the business), Sea to Summit for stellar paddling gear anddry-bags, and of Moxie – who also kindly sponsored the race. To our namesake –Outer Edge (Magazine) – we are especially thankful for their ongoing support.