And like that – Pack Burro Racing season is effectively done. Yeah, there is maybe one more race and I will be jogging with Jack but the primary race season, that being the Triple Crown is done.
Short version: Jack and I struck our consistent gear that is great for long hauls in the mountains but is not enough to pull in a win in the short flat stuff. We came in fifth. I am really happy with the how the season played out. Over the course of the season, no burro ran the three long races better than Jack.
A bit longer: I approached the race free of anxiety and expectation, knowing our capabilities and without pressure to “win” a Triple Crown. Our strategy would be as it has been: roll with what we are given and stick in it as long as we can. This is important in all the races, but it probably gets exaggerated at BV as the race gets out quick, and given its short nature gaps (like what we had in Leadville last week) don’t have as many miles to cover.
We got out at a pretty good clip, and while Jack and I were about 40 meters down as we turned towards the the river, we slowly were able to bridge up as the pace became a bit more sane. Photo by J Doke.
We worked our way up the Midline trail. I have come to see how folks get particularly anxious here, one way or the other. You can want to drive hard in here to get away or to cover a move but my experience is that if you keep basic contact with the lead group here, you are okay. Jack and I were doing that from second to eighth.
A good group emerged onto the road. There were eight teams in the mix, including 3 mini teams. The mini teams are a bit of a threat that are unknown to the longer racers as this is a bit more their bread and butter. They don’t race with the same weight requirements as the full size donks, and are a bit fresher from not having done 29 and 20 miles in the weeks prior. And Joel and Jon V do a damn good job of keeping those little buggers moving (Crazyhorse and Buckwheat).
In past years we were able to pick which direction we did the Gentleman’s Loop lollipop. I had always gone CCW on it because that is the direction the group of us elected to go when we got there (keep the donks moving together). This year, at the start line they told us we’d have to all go left there for safety reasons. We did this and I found myself annoyed it. Rather than jumping on the more challenging single track early and getting the big smooth road drops late, it was reversed and it seemed like it was slower and keeping more teams in the mix. I could see no safety issue really and I was a bit irked. And then I was irked at the fact that I was irked because in reality we were all doing the same damn race anyway.
As we went through the rolling roads, the mini teams got a 40 yard or so advantage and then the next near half dozen teams grouped. But as the road dropped into single track, Justin / Yukon and Bob / Alice made a big jump of a move. Jack was bit cautious as he has been on the down and we could not cover it. The guys were not getting away super fast, but over a minute it was 10 yards, and then 20 and then 50. It was a great little squeezing of the trigger on a gear that no one else was going to be able to cover.
Kirt K/Mary Margaret and Louise K/Pandora and I formed our own little pack through the single track. We passed by the minis well, but we could not cover the distance the others were making. As we came onto the main road again, Kirt drove out a bit faster than us. After we crossed the bridge, Louise / Pandora made a strong drive up the finish street. Jack and I quietly slipped up into fifth. Photo by JT.
At the front there was apparently a helluva race between Bob and Justin and their burros. Photo by Justin (somehow).
In the end, Justin nosed out the win. I was genuinely stoked for both of these guys because Justin has had a tough season after being second in all the TC races last year. And Bob has poured a lot of time, energy, effort and money into jumping into this sport his rookie year. A lot of rookies show up and swing the rope and hope for some fun and success. Bob has been down at the farm working with burros more days a week than not. And even getting them up to altitude. Photo by Bob.

Seeing them take 1-2 … well, while I would have loved to have been up there, I am glad those two guys got it … Laughing Valley Ranch stacking the podium so to speak.
In addition to regular prizes, we were laughing at the fact that we all got a bag of screwdrivers. Only in burro racing.

Oh, as we wound through the serpentine trails on the way back I found myself wondering if there had been some changes to the course. It seemed like we were switching around a lot more than memory had served … but I was not sure if that was a trick of seeing the course the other direction. At the finish, I found others wondering the same. A little GPS comparison from this year to past years cleared it up.


The first pic is my GPS track from this year. The second is the one from last year. I think this makes the run about a half mile longer (about 13 v. 12.5). No worries really as well had to run the same course ... but it might help explain the slower times on whole (about 10 minutes ish). I do – on a more subjective front – think the CW direction is slower and that there is no real safety issue there (and I grumped about that to a few folks that probably did not want to really hear it so I clammed up after a minute of it) … but again, it sort of does not matter as we all had the same race.
Again, a great season – a ton of people and things to be thankful and grateful for. My family, the Wann clan, Bill Lee, Bob Sweeney and the Sweeney clan, and so many others in the “community.” I am incredibly lucky.
And this guy. 










