Inspired and intimidated by the “Sentinel Salute” farewell
tours of Justin Yates (17 laps in 24 hours back in 2014) and Mike Wolfe (19 laps! last june), I always told myself I would throw down my own “Sentinel Salute” if/when the
time came for me to leave town. After
graduating and accepting a job in Driggs, Idaho, I found myself both excited
and scared by the task that lay before me.
Granted it was completely voluntary, (not to mention ridiculous and
meaningless to most other people), but it held significant meaning to me. Over the years I’ve ran Sentinel hundreds of
times and I even had a childhood birthday party at the cave. So it felt fitting to spend one of my last
days in Missoula pounding out lap after lap on this iconic mountain.
Given the relatively light running volume I’d yet
accumulated this spring (and the fact that I was still on the tail end of a
nasty 2 week viral sickness), I opted to “dumb down” the Salute to my level,
with a goal of 10 laps in 12 hours. What
unfolded was a memorable goodbye to Missoula, capped with a beautiful sunset on
the summit on my last lap with two good friends.
With a well stocked cooler in the back of my pickup at the
trailhead to serve as a self-serve aid station, I started up the ridge trail at
9am with mixed emotions of excitement, trepidation and nostalgia. After 4 solo laps, it was awesome to enter
the parking lot to see Jeff with my tailgate down, campchair and waterjug at
the ready. The conversation with Jeff on
the ensuing lap was a nice reprieve from the mounting fatigue in my legs
(mostly on the down) and the glaring hot sun (80s and bluebird). After parting ways with Jeff back at the
trailhead, I opted for a quick dip in the river to cool off, which was nothing
short of spectacular.
I bumped into
Jeffrey on the way down from lap 6, who demonstrated tremendous support by
joining me for the remainder of the day.
By the end of lap 7, it was evident from my splits that I wasn’t going
to get in a 10th lap before dark, which has a little disappointing
but also somewhat relieving. Lap 8 came
and went, with poles providing a nice boost on the climb and my downhill pace
slowing to a mere crawl. On the final
climb (#9), we bumped into John a few minutes up the ridge, which was an
awesome surprise, who would join us for the final climb and descent. On the summit, we relaxed and watched a
beautiful sunset, a fitting end to a memorable goodbye to Missoula.
summit #9 (photo: john) |
A big thanks to Jeff, Jeffrey and John for coming out and
helping keep me motivated and to all those who couldn’t make it but were there
in spirit.
Stats – about 34mi and 18k vertical in 13 hours
Rose: mid-day swim in the river, mid-day gatorade courtesy
of Jeffrey and Teresita (thanks!)
Thorn: relentless sun and heat
Bud: although leaving Missoula will be challenging in many
regards, I’m really excited for life in Driggs and having the Tetons practically
in my backyard