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<strong>The</strong> confinement of COVID-19 had been<br />
driving us crazy. We had to do something.<br />
Something big but close. Something hard but<br />
possible. Something fun!<br />
“Ever heard of the Jackson Hole Picnic?” Martha<br />
asked me one afternoon. She’d lived in Jackson for<br />
a summer.<br />
I shook my head.<br />
“It’s a mountain triathlon. Bike 20 miles from<br />
Jackson to Jenny Lake, swim the 1.3 miles across,<br />
hike up the Grand Teton—over 7,000 vert—then<br />
reverse it all.”<br />
“Sounds like a solid day,” I said.<br />
“We should create our own picnic,” said Martha.<br />
“Right here in Laramie.”<br />
We googled the Jackson Hole Picnic. It was the<br />
brainchild of writer/photographer David Gonzales.<br />
After failing twice, he finally did the picnic in 2012:<br />
23 hours out and back. Gonzales says he named it<br />
the picnic for two reasons: “You gotta bring a lot of<br />
food, and it’s not an organized event.” Gonzales has<br />
since created a few other picnics in mountain towns<br />
in Montana and the Northwest. Always, participants<br />
have to do it on their own, totally self-supported.<br />
In truth, mountain climbers have been pedaling<br />
to their projects for at least a century. In 1931,<br />
alpinist brothers Franz and Toni Schmid bicycled<br />
from Munich, 200 miles south through the Alps to<br />
the base of the Matterhorn, made the first ascent of<br />
the notorious North Face and then rode back home.<br />
Moreover, the word “picnic” has been used<br />
ironically in many alpine climbing tales, most<br />
notably in Felice Benuzzi’s 1946 picaresque classic<br />
No Picnic on Mount Kenya. Benuzzi and two other<br />
Italians were being held as WWII POWs in Kenya.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y escaped the prison camp at night, trekked for<br />
days, climbed the north face of Mount Kenya, then<br />
returned across the savannah and snuck right back<br />
into the POW camp. Glorious!<br />
In five minutes, Martha and I mapped out our<br />
own six-leg picnic: Bike 45 miles from the Pedal<br />
House bike shop in Laramie, Wyoming, up to the<br />
Snowy Range; cross Lake Marie by any means;<br />
ascend the Medicine Bow Diamond—five pitches of<br />
technical rock climbing—choosing your own route,<br />
5.5 to 5.11; run or rapel off the mountain; recross<br />
Lake Marie; ride back to Laramie.<br />
“You can get across Lake Marie any way you<br />
want—swim, paddle, canoe—but everything has to<br />
be carried on your bike up and back,” she declared.<br />
“Boats, ropes, climbing gear, PFDs!?”<br />
“Everything.”<br />
After watching a couple YouTube Jackson Hole<br />
Picnic vids, Martha said, “Looks too much like a bro<br />
fest. We should require male/female teams.”<br />
<strong>The</strong> next day we pitched our idea to Joel Charles,<br />
chief bike mechanic at the Pedal House.<br />
“I like the co-ed requirement,” said Joel.<br />
“Sausage and eggs! Why don’t we call it the ‘Laramie<br />
Brunch?’ ”<br />
So we did.<br />
It would be a local event for local outdoor<br />
athletes. No sponsors, no professional athletes, no<br />
prizes. You ride your own bike, whatever it may be,<br />
climb with your own gear and wear your own<br />
clothes. By the end of the week, we had four<br />
2-person teams:<br />
Justin Bowen, 28, a serious rock climber and<br />
grad student (in watershed management) who has<br />
lived in Jackson Hole for six years; and his partner<br />
Alice Stears, 26, serious cyclist and Ph.D. candidate<br />
(in botany), who once rode from Missoula, Montana,<br />
to Eugene, Oregon.<br />
Martha Tate, 32, an emigration attorney, ice<br />
climber, globetrotter and adventure gal; with me,<br />
61, as her comrade.<br />
Amanda Harper, 30, a mountain guide, mountain<br />
bike racer, co-director of the University of Wyoming<br />
outdoor program; and Joel Charles, 42, sometime<br />
climber and former bike racer, father of Josie, 3.<br />
Matt “Large” Hebard, 43, a former savage bike<br />
racer and present savage ice climber, father of two<br />
sweet daughters; and a mysterious female partner<br />
none of us had ever met. Large insisted her name<br />
was Rihanna and claimed she was a CrossFit badass,<br />
gorgeous as a model.<br />
Martha, the author,<br />
Justin and Alice<br />
celebrate a<br />
surprisingly quick<br />
ascent.<br />
It would be a local event for local<br />
outdoor athletes. No sponsors, no<br />
professional athletes, no prizes.<br />
THE RED BULLETIN 73