
The Leadville race starts its grind up to Mosquito Pass on CR1 right away. After spinning around the northeast of town for two blocks, you start the climb. It is all runable but it is still 1000 feet in the first three miles, and you are at 10k feet. The donks are fresh and eager so the pace is typically enough to remind you that you are doing some work. Kirt /MM, Justin / Yukon, Hal / Teddy and Jack and I established ourselves as the leaders on the hill but not by much.
Pic by Carrie Schroeder

I would glance back occasionally and see Trevor / Comet and Graeme / Pritzi lurking no more than 50 yards back. While it seemed we had established a bit of a lead over them, experience has taught me that was essentially no lead: any small mistake on our part and they would be in the mix.
With the climb all the burros and teams would pause occasionally, including Jack and me. Rather than get anxious about it in trying to make a break or cover distance loss, I just slowly managed through it, even sometimes relaxing Jack for a few strides as the other teams got back on track. I felt there was no winning the race in these first few miles and we just had to maintain some degree of basic contact to keep in it.
Kirt and MM seemed to be commanding the race. Kirt seemed to be running with a fire and confidence that was well earned from his win last week. It seemed that he’d be able to set for a stronger drive up the hill and make a break on the higher slopes of the Pass if he maintained. Hal kept on business, looking for any weaknesses but not getting overly eager at any slight mishaps. He was clearly the vet of the group as he has close to four decades of racing this event. As the hill grinded on Justin and Yukon struggled a bit and began to lag back.
The race changes around 3.5 miles. We drop down into the gulch below Mosquito Pass. At this point Graeme and Trevor and former winner Jeff Bennett (with Jack in 2011) and their donks moved right up on us and so there were six teams in the lead group . We actually were not moving very quick here even though it was downhill. As we passed through check point 3, all the teams were present but Trevor and Graeme started to build a fair lead up the hill again. As the climb started, we all started splinter a bit but about mid hill it was Hal, Graeme, me behind Trevor with our burros. Kirt and MM started to fall back.
I was really impressed with how Trevor and Comet were going. Trevor is a big guy, – as in trim but built like a football player versus a little runner type like me. Cranking that frame up the hill at 13k feet had to be tough. The climb up Mosquito is a silly slog. Mostly walking with little bouts of running. It is runable but the burros had little interest in moving up the rocky scree slopes of the Pass.
I was fairly sure that there was no prem for a “First Ass to the Pass” like there was at Fairplay, but while Trevor crested first I decided to leave nothing to chance (we crested in just over 2 hours whereas we had been about 6 or 7 minutes faster in the past), Hal tells me they used to always get there better than 90): he turned off to the right to get a cup of water and I buzzed hard to the Mosquito Pass sign to be the first around it. We got that but Jack and I paid the price. Hal/Teddy, Graeme/Pritzi, Trevor/Comet bolted down the hill at a solid trot. Jack stood fast and had little desire to move and we started walking down.
On the longer stretches on the down as we passed runners still coming up, I could see I was losing the sight of the leaders and then I could soon see they were several switch backs ahead. I’d get Jack to jog a little but he was not moving quick at all. The rocky down hill was clearly not to his liking. I looked down at the leaders again and I guessed they had to be anywhere from 3-4 minutes ahead, or somewhere from a quarter to a half mile.
My head had two thoughts – we were definitely out of it. And that I should not give anything up. There were still 9 miles to race and anything could happen. I could see Hal had established even a greater leader over Trevor and Graeme (about a 100 yards). As the old mining road started to level and smooth, Jack and I got a little stride and I could see we were making the slightest dent in their lead.
As we came into the low curves in the gulch, the other teams seemed to struggle and Jack and I made huge gains and as we came back into checkpoint 3, it was a four team race.
I had to grin. Whatever would happen in the race after this, Jack and I had gone from completely out of it to back into it. It was amazing. Tracy had said she had been watching us via binoculars on the slope of Mosquito and was wondering what had happened to us. “I could see the other teams but you were so far back I could not find you!” She was surprised that we had got back in it.
Pic by Carrie Schroeder


We started the climb back out of the gulch and on this Hal and Teddy started fall back a bit. I was very aware this meant nothing. If we had bridged the gap we just had a 80 yard gap could easily be gobbled up. At the same time, I was cognizant that the field was wearing down … for seven teams to six to four and now what looked like three. And as we started the climb over to California Gulch it looked to become 2 as Trevor / Comet started to struggle. This is always a hard spot. The donks know they came from Leadville from the right and they want to go that way, but you have to take them to the left. It can delay you quite a bit. Jack and I moved okay (not great) through it.
As we crested the top of the gulch, Graeme and Pritzi moved significantly faster than us through the loose rock and scree. Again, Jack slowed. As the gulch opened a touch, I could occasionally see that they had built a substantial lead over us – maybe 200 yards. Again, I did not feel any anxiety here, but felt an odd confidence. I knew that Jack would bridge that gap as we got down to the road and as the surfaces smoothed out. It took us all the way to the the Resurrection Mine, but it happened. As we passed short course racers (which make for great targets for Jack to bridge gaps), Jack tagged some sections under seven – which is as good as he has run all season. We evened with Graeme and Pritzi and ever so slowly took a lead. There was about a mile and a half left to race.
I figured at this point it would come down to a sprint on Harrison Street and given our history in such show downs, I knew that would probably not bode well for us. We got a slight lead but it was not extending to more than 10 yards. We started the little turn into town and Jack balked at the turn. Graeme / Pritzi barreled down the last hill and got about ten yards on us. We made the turn at the Diamond Shamrock onto Harrison.
It is about 5 or so blocks from there to the finish. It is slightly uphill and for the donks it is a complete nut show. They go from running mountain roads and trails and quiet to the loud noise of the Boom Days Fair, little kid choo choo trains, traffic cones, cars, people, bands, cotton candy, etc. I got Jack to run about 3 blocks of it. I think Graeme and Pritzi ran about a block. That gave us enough separation to secure a win and walk it in comfortable over the last 200 yards. I am pretty sure it is the closest win we have ever had and the latest in a race that we have had to go to secure one.
This was Jack’s fifth win at Leadville, and our fourth as a team – our third in a row. With Kirt / Mary Margaret winning last week and our winning this week there will be no Triple Crown winner this year.

The big take aways were of course not giving up. Jack and I were not moving well on the downs with the really loose rock, but he did well enough over the entirety of the course that he nailed another win. This is our 8th win together.

And again, I am incredibly lucky to be supported by so many wonderful people: TZ, JZ, my in-laws, Bob and Sue, the Wanns, Bill Lee, LVR and everyone else in the Pack Burro Racing community who says kind words, helps out and provides support.

I know all burro racers say it is all about the burro, but this race really reiterated that to me. Clearly it was Jack that determined how we were going to do in this event. He may not have been the best in any one aspect of the race, but he was strong enough in enough of the challenges of the race that he drove us to a win.
