I probably should have broken this blog post down into different days, but too late. There are a lot of pictures, so bear with me, this is really long...
Stage 3 Time Trial
I didn't have volunteer duty on Friday's TT at the Larry H. Miller Sportspark, but I couldn't resist driving clear out to Tooele to see the race anyway. The racers were averaging about 30 mph at this race, so it was hard to get a good picture, but I got a few.
Saturday's road race started in Park City and ended at Snowbird Ski Resort. Early in the day, I rode the Alpine Loop to chalk some encouragement on the roads. I had forgotten that the amateurs were racing the course in the morning, and I got caught up in it all. For a while I had people cheering for me and some of the guys I passed were telling me that I was the first woman they had seen.
After I stopped to chalk the road the first time, I really got passed by a lot of riders. If I had just kept moving I probably could have beat the rush. Just after passing Sundance, I got caught by the lead Cat 1/2/3 women. I rode with them for a little way before they dropped me.
I stopped to chalk the road and barriers several more times.
Had I not stopped so many times, I think I could have made it past most of the carnage on the way back down. I saw more wrecks, wounded bodies, and blood Saturday then I care to ever see. My hands were cramped and refusing to grip from braking most of the way down. Nearly every corner I came around had a vehicle stopped in the road helping a wounded biker. It was insane! Nearly to the bottom of the canyon I came across a three-mile long back up of stopped vehicles. Little did I know, until I came across the 18-inch wide stream of blood in the road, that someone had just been air ambulanced out of the canyon. Apparently a group of cyclists hit the back of a SUV when it hit its brakes to avoid a car that drifted into its lane. One of the guys went through the back window and cut himself open to his jugular vein. I hope he's healing quickly.
Anyway, on to the race. I course marshaled at the turn to the Alpine Loop. I had been told that no course marshal was needed at that corner, but had insisted that one was needed. I'm glad I got my way. The police did not shut the intersection down the way they had last year...it was all up to me. I felt like I seriously put my life in danger standing in the middle of the road with traffic heading at me at 70 mph while I held up a stop sign hoping they would see me in time. I really wanted to get some pictures here, so I handed my camera over to some spectators and they got some for me.
Some riders coming down Suncrest
My only duty for Stage 5 was to count spectators, and it only took me about 15 minutes. Then I was free to spectate and take pictures.