Sports Locker • July/August 2024 • Ozark’s Mountain Challenge

I recently had the opportunity to participate in the inaugural Ozark’s Mountain Challenge held at Sam A. Baker State Park in the beautiful Saint Francois Mountains region of the Ozarks. Flanked by my son, Cole, friend, Ashley, and 197 other Mountain Lizards, we began our first of what we hoped would be nine ascents of Mudlick Mountain Fire Tower Road. We had 12 hours to complete 17 miles and 7,980 feet of incline which equals that of Mt. Olympus, earning us the status of Berg Echse.

Thanks to the vast organizational efforts of the Poplar Bluff Chamber, information was widespread regarding the day’s schedule in addition to details about food, descent shuttles, bibs to be worn, the branding boards used to keep track of each ascent. What I was not prepared for were the annoying gnats on the trail nor an understanding of just how fatigued my body would be the following day!

At 7AM, participants from 8 different states and 78 cities began the first ascent. It was inspirational to see such a diverse group: people of all shapes, sizes, ages, nationalities, and disabilities. As we traversed our way up the mountain time and time again, faces became familiar, inclines were universally dreaded, flat spots were celebrated, and if the person next to you could breathe, conversations were flowing as a means of taking one's mind off the mountain looming above. Every person seemed to have a specific reason to be there - their "why" if you will. I heard stories of overcoming breast cancer, pain associated with a prosthetic leg, and many who shared a deep need for a sense of accomplishment.

For me, the challenge brought with it several highs and lows throughout the day. Ascents 1 and 8 were by far the easiest while ascents 4 and 7 were more difficult for me. Three was hard because of the number of ascents left and by that time I knew that the average round trip was taking me about an hour, so the math was constantly running through my head. By the time I got to ascent 4, my son had lapped me by one full ascent. Nonetheless, I persevered. My spirits were heightened at the following two descents as I found friends and family there to cheer me on. By ascent 7, Cole was finished, and while I was miserable, I was equally determined. When I topped the summit for the 8th ascent and exchanged my white bib for a green one, I was slightly rejuvenated knowing that I had one ascent left. I quickly drank some pickle juice and caught a ride down the mountain so that I could scurry back up as fast as my sore legs and hips could carry me. I was determined to get the coveted green hat signifying completion of the challenge.

Staff and volunteers celebrated every single ascent by each participant, and those riding down encouraged the poor souls on their route up. The encouragement was pivotal and no matter how tired, one couldn't help but feel just a bit lighter in the step while walking to the board to put another brand by your name.

The organizers of this event shared a quote by Rachel Wolchin that is worth mentioning. "If you were meant to stay in one place you'd have roots instead of feet." I could not agree more. I itch for adventure and while I've climbed lots of mountains and walked many trails with family and friends over the years, this event was a new type of challenge for me. Stay tuned to see where my sturdy feet take me next!