Salsa is participating in a voluntary safety recall of the aluminum Salsa Mukluk Bearpaw fork.
Looking down at my GPS I could see that we had just crested 12,500 feet on our quest to make it to the mandatory 3 PM checkpoint. Trying to do math when your heart rate is maxed out and your lungs are dying for air is nearly impossible. I knew at the start of the race how far we needed to go and how fast we needed to travel in order to hit the checkpoint, but at this point in the race those numbers just rolled around inside my brain with no semblance of sense whatsoever.
As we finally rolled away from the Montana/Idaho border, I breathed a sigh of relief. Hopefully, the incessant rollercoaster of a trail was over, grades and trail conditions would improve, and the unsettled weather would let us be. I should have known better.