Tenderfoot Boogie 50 km Ultramarathon: Squamish to Whistler

June 29, 2013, saw Jackie and me running the Tenderfoot Boogie 50k Ultra from Squamish, or its suburb Garabaldi actually, to Whistler up the Cheakamus Valley.  (In conjunction with our 50k, there were also 50 mile and 28k races along the same route). Jackie had been struggling with a foot issue and hadn’t run much but felt she could cruise a 50 km mountain run so, since we were registered and had accommodation, we went for it.  We were watching the weather as the previous week was very wet and rainy.

The race started as the rainy week raindrops were just finishing as the race started.

The race started as the rainy week raindrops were just finishing as the race started.

Soon the day became sunny, and most pleasant running conditions.  The first ten km was more gently rolling forest trails.

Will this mountain ever end?

Will this mountain ever end?

Aaron and Brenda, brother and sister from Vancouver, as we run up from the canyon and into the sunshine

Aaron and Brenda, brother and sister from Vancouver, in front of us as we run up from the canyon and into the sunshine

Soon the lowlands turned upwards and we ascended the Cheakamus canyon, where awesome scenery awaited.

Looking down the Checkamus.

Looking down the Cheakamus.

At one spot the trail was carved out of the side of the rock face and had given away in a spot, someone had strung wire fencing to be able to cross!

You never know what will be around the next corner...

You never know what will be around the next corner…

Two coyotes?

Two coyotes!

A perfect sunny day with clear views all around.

A perfect sunny day with clear views all around.

The trail crossed to the East side of the highway for a few hours.

Suspension bridge.

Suspension bridge.

Getting passed...

Getting passed…

The runners in the 50-mile race started earlier and 30 km south of us.  The guy in red caught us, about five of the 50-mile runners passed us!

Another suspension bridge.

Another suspension bridge.

Time for a pic.

Time for a pic.

The trail crossed the highway again to the West and climbed way up the mountain and wound around where we came out North of Whistler.

The mountain West of Whistler.

The mountain West of Whistler.

After the trail came down to the paved cycling paths we had a little confusion as to where to go because people had removed some of the flagging tape!  Helpful cyclists who had seen other runners kindly directed us to the end. Nine hours and 27 minutes.

Finally the end!

Finally the end!

PS From Jackie:

Was I ever happy to find that hamburger waiting for me at the end! For the last hour (of what seemed to be a very long 50 km!) I had been saying to Dave “As soon as we get in, we need to find a hamburger stand” – and then we arrived to have RD Gottfried Grosser shake our hand and flip us a burger! I am so tired of races that offer mainly sugar and other refined carbs as post-race food… when what racers need when they get in is more complex carbs and protein. That burger sure hit the spot…

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