Saturday, September 19, 2015

Arizona Dreamin'

Arizona is a vast, deep and expansive land. The catalyst for my trip and excuse to take 5 days off from work was to run the The Paatuwaqatsi Run 50k in Hopi country. I had the bug to participate in a 50k or 50 mile run. Living in Hawaii, it is hard to leave or find events due to the cost of travel and isolation. I would love to run in more events but also feel content running on my own everyday. The words on their website drew me to the run:

“This is not a race, Water Is Life is a nonprofit event to celebrate the sustaining connection between water and a way of life as it has been celebrated for centuries—by running. It’s a remembrance run to keep the ancient trails alive. It is a monument to community, heritage and preservation.”

This was my first time in Arizona, excitement was building for weeks leading up to the trip. I felt a sense of familiarity, maybe from reading Edward Abbey and John Annerino books. I love taking long road trips, something I don’t get a chance to do in Hawaii. I loved the drive up from Phoenix, open landscape! I love races where camping is involved, it's nice to talk story with other runners before the run. It reminded me of some of my first races in Virginia. It was also cool to spend some time with Patrick Sweeney and the Millers, Mike and Kim. The common thread that binds us is running down in the Copper Canyons. After a chilly night sleeping under the stars, I was looking forward to a long run. As we ran, there were volunteers all along the course chanting and shouting words of encouragement. It was a very cool experience. My favorite part of the course was the climb up the mesa to Walpi village. Very beautiful unique dwellings that dates back 1100 years,people still live up there. All morning, I ran at a comfortable pace, just enjoying the surroundings. I only felt sluggish the last two miles, because the sun was out full on! I was happy to finish 2nd in 3:5? I was gifted a beautiful blanket that I will cherish for years to come! I felt thankful to the Hopi for allowing us to run on their land and share a part of their culture with us.

After the run, I didn’t waste any time keeping the road trip going. There are times when I feel like I’m in a manic zone where I don’t need much sleep or food. I was in this zone all week, going non-stop. I have wanted to go to Supai village for years, after seeing pictures of the waterfalls. I had looked into camping and read that reservations were a must. I tried for a few weeks to call, but no one ever answered the phone. I decided it was worth the risk to hike in, the worst thing that could happen is I would have to hike the 10 miles back out in the same day. That wouldn’t have bothered me at all. The hike starts atop a canyon and drops down and then across a dry wash for eight miles to Supai. Once I arrived, I checked in at the office and luckily there was room for me to camp for two nights. I was blown away by the lush beauty, which only enhanced my manic state. I spent some time at all the nearby falls. The next day, I planned on running to the Colorado river, about 8 miles from the campground. That night, I again had nightmares of being stuck in a flash flood. On the hike in, I heard a loud swooshing sound and climbed up the canyon wall, thinking the sound was rushing water. It was really a mule train running up. I descended down the ladders and pipes to Mooney falls and stood in awe.

The trail along and through the creek with the red dirt and turquoise water was stunning. When I got to beaver falls, I notices dark clouds and heard thunder. Thankfully, the bad dreams made me scared and paranoid of flooding. If it rains, a canyon is not the place I wanted to be. I took off in a sprint back towards the campground. Just as I reached the top of Mooney falls, the rain really started to come down. Once I made it back to the campground I packed up my stuff and headed for the hills. I was hoping to make it back up to my car at the hilltop. I didn’t want to spend another night wet and cold! I asked someone if they thought the trail was alright, their response cracked me up: “You might be ok, when it rains, shit rolls downhill.” Imagine that said in a redneck accent! I started up the trail but it didn’t take long to realize the trail was flooding pretty badly. Any thoughts of trudging on were dashed by the sight of a local guy getting washed down the trail with 7 mules behind! He barely made it to safety and the last mule in line was pinned under the torrent of water. He somehow freed the mule and continued on like it was no big deal. I went back towards Supai to figure out how I was going to get out. The only other option was an $80 helicopter lift out. The only problem was I only had a card and the power was out in the village so they were only accepting cash. I sat around for a few hours, accepting the situation. I had water, food and was safe, not much else is needed. While I was sitting around, I struck up a conversation with a local who talked of oppression from the US Government and the struggle of their people to keep their identity.

There are so many people who visit the canyon, almost a Disneyland type feeling at times. It must be tough to live with so many people coming and going, some who have no regard or reverence for the land. I have read many accounts of people who have visited Supai and were dismayed by the poverty and lack of amenities. They don’t realize that they are part of the problem, I felt like I am part of the problem. Taking a break from my comfortable life to visit beautiful waterfalls. Native Americans across the country are still being treated like shit and lied to by the U.S government. I know very little of the complexities. Is there a way to right the many wrongs or at least stop the cultural destruction? It’s hard to believe that people never seem to learn from history and the same hatred and power mongering still exist in this day. Years ago, I had to stop reading the book “Bury my Heart at Wounded Knee” because it was too sad, tears were ruining the pages. It’s even sadder to read news articles about the issues people are debating about today.

One of the highlights of my stay in Supai was a conversation I had with two little kids. A girl around 6 or 7 years old asked me where I was from. When I said Hawaii, her face lit up and she asked if they have turtles in Hawaii. I said yes, we call them honu. She thought about it for a minute and asked me to bring some honu the next time I came. I said the honu would not survive the flight over. She said “just put him in a bucket and he’ll be fine!” Then she told me to wear the same hat I was wearing so she would recognize me. After a few hours, I was able to get a helicopter lift out. The trail would likely remain closed for days.

I was looking forward to the long drive to Flagstaff. I don’t promote drinking and driving but it’s a damn good feeling and harmless to be driving down an open road with nothing around for 80 miles and crack open a Coors Light (Mostly water anyways).

It was fun to meet up with Nick Barazza and run some trails in Sedona. He is super passionate about trail running and living a simple life. It was great to share some miles with him.

Thursday, August 27, 2015

Fast and Furious

As a kid, my Dad would take my brother and I to play at Little Creek Base's Navy Seal training course. They had a huge cargo net, walls to climb over, monkey bars, sand pits and many other obstacles . I remember running around with my brother just having pure fun. I have been curious about obstacle course races since they first started popping up. A character flaw of mine is that I can I can sometimes be cynical. The "in your face" commercialism associated with Spartan races has prevented me from taking part. In an effort to not be ridiculous I decided to sign up for the race taking place on Oahu, to just have fun like when I was a kid. Arriving at the stunningly gorgeous Kualoa ranch in the early hours of the morning, I began to wonder why I decided to take part. There were people coming out of the woodworks, loud house/techno music blaring and drones in the air. Given my disposition, that type of atmosphere causes a tremendous sense of uneasiness that in any other circumstance would call for hard liquor. I anxiously anticipated the start of the run and disappearing into the shadow of the surrounding peaks. As soon as the race started my feelings of uneasiness were gone and a smile was beginning to form. I went out fairly hard and was joined by two fellows I could tell were in it for the long haul. The course took us running up a stream for over a mile, straight up a muddy fern covered slope with a 1,000ft+ climb and back down. There were several obstacles to keep things interesting. One involved filling a five gallon bucket with gravel and carrying it up and back down a steep hill, jumping over 8ft walls, cargo nets and a balance beam. I was feeling great until having to carry two 40lb sandbags up and down a hill. I had fun for all 12 rugged miles. I wish it was easier for me to get to another Spartan event because I learned a lot about how to approach the obstacles. I ended up coming in 3rd place overall which I was stoked about. I would definitely recommend these types of events to anyone looking to have a good time playing outside!

The following week was the Volcano half marathon. I love this event because I can walk to it from my house. This was my fifth time partaking in the run that goes through Volcano Village and up through pastures and cloud forrest to the 4,200ft elevation range. I was feeling pretty good and ran a nice steady 6:00 minute/mile pace the whole way finishing in 1:18. I have been slowly building up for the Water is Life 50k in Arizona. I love the 50k distance and am very excited to run through Hopi country and see some of Arizona in a few weeks!

Thursday, July 16, 2015

Life Force

Redwood dreamin' on 97 south headed out of Bend. There is something to be said for a long road trip, sort of purifying like a long run. Nothing but endless trees in the periphery, mountain peaks in the rear view and open road ahead! This part of the country brings a sense of manical magic to me, I can feel the pull of the flowing rivers and aliveness that is all around. From Bend to Crater Lake to Umpqua hot springs to the Redwood forests, a classic trip that will never get old.

UmpquaMeditation from Billy Barnett on Vimeo.

Tuesday, May 5, 2015

Sunday, December 21, 2014

I love how training for a 100 miler is just as much a journey as the race itself. The past several months have been filled with highs and lows all pulling toward the greater good of balance. Long manic runs, calf injuries, good books, painful stretching, searching for waves, empty trails, stormy seas. It's all beautiful. The HURT 100 is three weeks away and I can sleep easy knowing I have done everything I could to prepare and remain balanced. I'm looking forward to being on the trails all day and going within during the night searching for inspiration. I have no expectations except staying in the moment.....time does not exist.

"When I am not present to myself, then I am only aware of that half of me, that mode of my being which turns outward to created things. And then it is possible for me to lose myself among them. Then I no longer feel the deep secret pull of the gravitation of love which draws my inward self toward the mystery. My will and my intelligence lose their command of the other faculties. My senses, my imagination, my emotions, scatter to pursue their various quarries all over the face of the earth. Recollection brings them home. It brings the outward self into line with the inward spirit, and makes my whole being answer the deep pull of love that reaches down into the mystery of my being."

~Thomas Merton: No Man is an Island

(Ka'u coffee half marathon)

(Kohala forest)

(So stoked to run some trails with Lance Armstrong)

"We are approaching the longest night in the northern hemisphere, when from the deepest darkness the new light is born. The last few days before Winter Solstice can be experienced as a descend, deeper and deeper into the darkness, with long nights and not much daylight, especially when the winter skies are cloudy.
But we have forgotten how to honor the darkness as a light bringing source, as a feminine quality. This is a time of the year when we can reclaim an intimate relationship with darkness, an understanding of its power.
And at the same time, in the southern hemisphere, we are expecting the longest day of the year, full of light. So the darkness is beautifully balanced on this planet, and we are always protected from getting lost in extremes."
-Working with Oneness