{"id":1038,"date":"2017-10-10T16:57:17","date_gmt":"2017-10-10T22:57:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/69.195.124.89\/~jagoilsc\/wasatch100-newbuild\/?page_id=1038"},"modified":"2023-03-05T13:37:56","modified_gmt":"2023-03-05T20:37:56","slug":"i-did-it-on-a-dare-the-1980-wasatch-100","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/wasatch100.com\/history\/i-did-it-on-a-dare-the-1980-wasatch-100\/","title":{"rendered":"I Did It On A Dare – The 1980 Wasatch 100"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 18pt; font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;\">by Laurie Staton <\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><strong>I did it on a dare.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><strong>Part of it was the Staton adventure gene I inherited from my parents. I began backpacking with a borrowed Trapper Nelson backpack when I was 13, began running with a borrowed sweatshirt when I was 14, and went off on the 28-day Northwest Outward Bound School when I was 17.\u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><strong>After all, why not? The inaugural Wahsatch Steeplechase marathon was not until late fall. I was registered for the Bonne Bell 10K that day, but happily forfeited my $6 entry fee to instead run the under-the-radar Flight of the Eagle 40-miler on a hot Saturday, September 6, 1980. One plausible reason was that I really didn\u2019t need another lousy 10K time. But the real reason was this: adventure.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><strong>I don\u2019t remember much of the Flight of the Eagle, other than it was a great day spent entirely running in the mountains with a few other like-minded adventurers. Somehow four of us Flight of the Eagle runners made it from Weber Canyon to a finish line near the Bountiful \u201cB,\u201d in 8:06, and what surprised me was how much fun we had simply running all day long. That was when Richard Barnum-Reece divulged his plan to run a hundred-mile race he would call the Wasatch Front 100 Mile Endurance Run.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><strong>For years, I would run up City Creek Canyon from the Deseret Gym. I met Greg Rollins in the hallways of the Gym, on his way to or from another run. I must have been fairly convincing in getting him out for the Flight of the Eagle, because he decided to join our rag-tag group for Wasatch as well.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><strong>Back then, I wore men\u2019s old-school Adidas tricot running shorts, cotton t-shirts, and pair after pair of men\u2019s Tiger X-Caliber GT running shoes. Women\u2019s running shorts, jogbras, and shoes had yet to be de rigueur. As a handful of nascent trail runners, we were even a couple of years ahead of Bota-belts, so we crammed what snacks we could into JanSport fanny packs and carried quart Nalgenes filled with sugared tea, our magic drink for long runs.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><strong>Five of us started Wasatch on that cool, crisp morning on September 27, 1980: Richard Barnum-Reece, Steve Baugh, Jan Cheney, Greg Rollins, and me. The route started by going north on Highway 89, near the old Winder Dairy site, followed the Flight of the Eagle course up to what is now Chinscraper Hill, and then turned south on the ridge. \u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><strong>The Wasatch course was a little bit of a mystery from the ridgetop route on dirt roads and intermittent game trails through Hardscrabble Canyon to City Creek Pass and down to Affleck Park. From Lambs to the top of Catherine\u2019s Pass, trails were well-maintained. From Catherine\u2019s Pass down into upper American Fork Canyon was rough and rocky, and almost all but trailless. From there to the finish would be dirt roads and pavement.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><strong>Before Wasatch, we started with a hastily-thrown together but fairly democratic plan to each take a section of the 100-mile-or-so course, bring maps, and take turns leading the way through each section. It didn\u2019t dawn on us that we would invariably be separated before we got much further than the first climb up to the ridge.\u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><strong>Steve Baugh and I somehow managed to stick together through Hardscrabble Canyon, the bushwhacking, and September heat. Once, up to our necks in scrub oak, we had yet again lost any semblance of a faint game trail and couldn\u2019t imagine any way forward. Steve Baugh had taken it upon himself to be far more prepared than the rest of us \u2013 he actually had brought a large-scale forest service map, which at that point I thought was about as useful as a Texaco gas station Utah highway map, but it was a map nonetheless. I was rather cross with Steve on the topic of maps. I was thinking that quadrangles might have been more useful, but it\u2019s like asking someone to bring a salad to the potluck and then turning up your nose when they bring Jell-O as the main ingredient: to some people, Jell-O means salad, not snack, not dessert. Lord knows what kinds of maps I had brought along. Then, at some point, even Steve and I got separated.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><strong>From Hardscrabble, the course continued on to an upper confluence of three canyons: City Creek, East, and Hardscrabble, and to what Wahsatch Steeplechase race director, McKay Edwards, later called The Brink. From The Brink, the course traversed the ridge down into Affleck Park. From Affleck Park, the course followed the paved road down to the frontage road bordering Mountain Dell golf course, then turned up Lambs Canyon. I continued into the dimming evening light to the rhythmic humming of crickets.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><strong>By nightfall, my one-person pacer\/crew\/ride home (also my ex) gave me an update: word had it that Richard Barnum-Reece and Jan Cheney had taken seven hours to reach Francis Peak. At that point, Jan Cheney bailed after about 15 miles and had gotten a ride from Steve Baugh\u2019s wife, Evelyn, to be with his own wife, who was in the hospital about to have another child. Steve Baugh was rumored to have downed too many salt tablets, and made it to Lambs Canyon before his wife loaded him into the car and drove him home as well. Richard Barnum-Reece hadn\u2019t been seen since Francis Peak and Greg Rollins was similarly unaccounted for.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><strong>My pacer was all set to carry along down jackets, a Svea stove and a cooking pot, some water, extra flashlight batteries, and even more provisions in a Lowe Alpine expedition pack. My pacer\u2019s vehicle consisted of a 1949 Ford pickup with a mattress thrown in the bed of the truck. \u00a0\u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><strong>Somehow Greg Rollins joined me and my pacer around Millcreek Canyon. We left lower Big Water via the Desolation Trail in light of a silvery moon with Greg Rollins (he was a couple of inches shorter than I) in front, me in the middle, and my pacer bringing up the rear. With darkness and the realization that I was little more than halfway through the course, a deep fatigue set in and I slowed considerably. I was overcome by sleepiness just from moving forward and looking at nothing other than a few steps in front of me for what seemed like a very long time. As Oregonian Morris \u201cRed\u201d Fisher would say many years later, I was passing rocks and trees like they were standing still.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><strong>We were trudging steadily along \u2013 somewhere in the deep, dark, quiet Millcreek forest \u2013 when we heard some snorting and thrashing about at fairly close range, and our dim flashlight beams finally landed upon a small bear. Just like Larry, Moe, and Curly, Greg Rollins stopped short, then I stopped, then my pacer stopped, and I was suddenly jolted out of my slow, meandering, semiconscious walk into being wide awake. We all held our breath. The bear paused for a moment, then moved noisily on and we resumed our march toward Brighton.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><strong>Dawn on the second day rejuvenated me and the cobwebs in my brain receded. It was 8:00 o\u2019clock on a clear, crisp Sunday morning when I found myself at the Brighton Circle and headed directly for a tiny cabin called the Brighton Village Store. The store was vacant when I stepped inside, until one helpful soul emerged from the kitchen \u2013 Dave McCormick \u2013 a ski patroller in winter and a short-order cook in summer. My pacer and I sat down at one of the picnic tables covered with plastic red-checked table cloths. He greeted us with, \u201cGood morning! What brings you to Brighton today?\u201d<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><strong>\u201cWe\u2019re in a race,\u201d I replied. Elaboration seemed like a frivolous expenditure of energy.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><strong>\u201cOh, really?\u201d said Dave. \u201cWho\u2019s ahead?\u201d<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><strong>I took a long look out the store window from my table, then looked out the window on the other side of the store. I squinted and thought for a moment. What had happened to Greg Rollins? Where was he, anyway? After a few moments, I replied, \u201cI guess I am.\u201d<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><strong>The pancakes were great, but it was time to continue up to Catherine Pass, down to American Fork Canyon, and on to the Alpine Loop. After a long cold night, I was back in shorts and a t-shirt again. The autumn-golden leaves rustled in a warm, gentle breeze.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><strong>Somehow I got wind that Greg Rollins was still in the race, so I decided I should stop to wait for him. After all, I thought, this trail we were travelling was an adventure, first; and a race, second. At about the top of the Alpine Loop he finally caught up with me, and from there we ran in together. <\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><strong>To this day I do not know what possessed me to do this, because in subsequent Wasatch 100s, I proved without a doubt to be cruel (I paused only momentarily to check on my good friend, Fred Riemer, as he lay in a ditch off the dusty dirt road near Pole Line Pass in 1983, waiting for his crew to bring him fluids) and heartless (the same year, I was running down Snake Creek Canyon with my friend Jay Aldous; when Jay stopped at his crew vehicle in the final miles, I told him I was going ahead without him to try to break 32 hours, which I missed by two minutes; and when he did cross the finish line that year, he didn\u2019t stop, but proceeded to take off his running shoes, pour gasoline over them, and light them on fire, saying he would never run again). Was I cruel and heartless? Or just decidedly incapable of rational thought?<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><strong>By Tibble Reservoir a truck pulled up beside me as I ran, and the driver rolled down his window to ask, \u201cAre you in the 100-miler?\u201d<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><strong>\u201cYep.\u201d My, how news had travelled.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><strong>Then, thankfully, Richard Barnum-Reece pulled up in his Volkswagen van \u2013 he had gotten lost in upper Hardscrabble Canyon, but had managed to build a fire, make a bivouac sack out of his t-shirt, and spend the night on the mountain. He had made his way to Affleck Park before he, too, called it quits. <\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><strong> \u201cRichard! Where\u2019s the finish?!\u201d<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><strong>\u201cFollow me,\u201d he said as he drove off as fast as one can in a Volkswagen van, curtains flapping, engine knocking, and quite possibly without a clue in the world exactly where that finish line would be.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><strong>Finally, finally, finally, Richard swerved into the deserted gravel parking lot at Sundance with my pacer\u2019s \u201949 Ford in a close chase. Just like that, it was over. It was a relief, in ways, but it also meant that the adventure was, for now, over too. It had taken us 35:01. I was dusty, dirty, thirsty, sweaty, scratched, scraped, sunburned, and sore. I desperately wanted to sit down, take off my shoes, change my shirt, and brush my teeth. I nodded off all the way home. The idea of food didn\u2019t sound that great, but swallowing something cold, like a milkshake, sounded like a good idea. It must have been a slow night in the newsroom because there was something on the 10:00 o\u2019clock news about a hundred miler and two finishers. I could barely keep my eyes open.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><strong>In addition to an accumulated fatigue, my body had a hard time regulating temperature \u2013 I started shivering when it was really a very mild 75 degrees. An hour later I was wide awake, then I\u2019d hit a wall and couldn\u2019t do anything but sleep. I was physically and emotionally spent not only from staying focused for two straight days, but from preparing myself for an adventure I never knew I could actually be ready for.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><strong>On Monday morning, my chemistry teacher announced there had been something about a hundred-miler in the newspaper box scores next to girls\u2019 high school tennis matches, and how I had run in it. I winced because I knew that my familiar but feeble explanations were about to follow. But before I said a word, the girl in the seat in front of me turned around and in all honesty asked, \u201cWhy would you do something like that?\u201d<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><strong>After that, acquaintances would joke with me, \u201cYou really don\u2019t have to run all that way. We can just drive you there,\u201d but I never really came up with a very good answer to that question until a few decades later. And even then, I didn\u2019t come up with anything original. I just say what my good friend Rick Gates said. \u201cBecause I can.\u201d<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><strong>In the Deseret Gym hallways, Greg Rollins looked at me askance whenever he saw me, and not too much later, I\u2019m sure of it, tried to duck when he saw me or ignored me altogether, possibly in an effort to avoid getting involved in yet another harebrained idea. I don\u2019t know that he ever ran another ultra or ran again period.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><strong>A couple of months later, in November of 1980, I ran Richard-Barnum Reece\u2019s bitterly cold Goshen to Jordan road 50-miler. In 1981, I dabbled in triathlons and ran my first sub-three-hour road marathon. On my birthday in 1982, Jay Aldous and I circled the East High School track for 24 hours (101 miles and 97 miles, respectively \u2013 I crashed on the infield while Jay kept running), accompanied by visiting friends and lap-counters, cardboard pizza, danceable music, general silliness, and probably some beer. I started sending a monthly ultra-newsletter from my Smith Corona to an unsuspecting group I named the Wasatch Alpine Striders (possibly distantly related to the curious malapropism, wasalpstriders?). I didn\u2019t run Wasatch again until 1983, when there was a massive field of 41. But that is another story.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><strong>In the past 37 years, I\u2019ve been fortunate to have experienced achievements and disappointments; spectacular falls, injuries, and recovery from surgery; course records and personal bests; DNS\u2019s, and DNF\u2019s; ultras from 50K to multi-day, on the trail, road, and track; and a multitude of things large and small that are the stuff of life intervening. I have no idea exactly how many ultras I\u2019ve run.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><strong>But I have come full circle \u2013 I look forward to running simply as an adventure. For me, adventure is not just getting to the finish line, but also about everything in between. Adventure is much different from \u201cconquering thyself\u201d or anyone else, for that matter. Adventure draws on passion and imagination as much as it does on resolve and grit.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><strong>I\u2019ve been a runner for more than a lifetime. I love running and I can\u2019t imagine that will ever change. If I\u2019ve ever been a distant cousin to fast, I\u2019m now an even more distant shirt-tail relative to fast, but that doesn\u2019t matter. I still keep running because I love it and I can and because \u2026 there are these lists. These ultra career longevity lists, maintained by ultra historian, Nick Marshall, I was blissfully unaware of until a few short years ago. But that, too, is another story.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><strong>#\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 #\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 #<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><strong>This narrative would not have been complete without collaboration with and information from Dana Miller.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><strong>\u00a92017 LJ Staton<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 18pt; font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><strong>Dana Miller adds:<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><strong>Pictured below are 4 of the 5 participants in the inaugural, 1980 Wasatch Front 100 Mile Endurance Run.\u00a0 I have not been able to find a photograph of Greg Rollins.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><strong>Laurie Staton and Greg Rollins were the first Wasatch 100 finishers.\u00a0 They finished the 1980 Wasatch 100 in a tie in 35 hours and 1 minute.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-1043\" src=\"http:\/\/wasatch100.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/10\/1980-Wasatch-100-Pic-1.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"302\" height=\"670\" srcset=\"https:\/\/wasatch100.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/10\/1980-Wasatch-100-Pic-1.png 302w, https:\/\/wasatch100.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/10\/1980-Wasatch-100-Pic-1-135x300.png 135w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 302px) 100vw, 302px\" \/><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\">Laurie on her way to women\u2019s course record victory at the Oregon TAC 50 Mile Ultra Championship.\u00a0 Grants Pass, Oregon (March 30, 1985).<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\">(Photo used by permission from Ultrarunning magazine)<\/span><\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><strong>Steve Baugh dropped out at Lambs Canyon (50 miles).<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-1044 aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/wasatch100.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/10\/1980-Wasatch-100-Pic-2.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"322\" height=\"457\" srcset=\"https:\/\/wasatch100.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/10\/1980-Wasatch-100-Pic-2.jpg 322w, https:\/\/wasatch100.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/10\/1980-Wasatch-100-Pic-2-211x300.jpg 211w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 322px) 100vw, 322px\" \/><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\">Steve Baugh at the start of the 1983 Wasatch 100, which he DNF\u2019d.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\">(Photo by Mary Dewell, courtesy of Ben Dewell)<\/span><\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><strong>Wasatch 100 founder Richard Barnum-Reece dropped out\u00a0at Affleck Park (mile 35) after <\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><strong>spending a cold night\u00a0in Hardscrabble Canyon.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-1045\" src=\"http:\/\/wasatch100.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/10\/1980-Wasatch-100-Pic-3.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"583\" height=\"619\" srcset=\"https:\/\/wasatch100.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/10\/1980-Wasatch-100-Pic-3.png 583w, https:\/\/wasatch100.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/10\/1980-Wasatch-100-Pic-3-283x300.png 283w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 583px) 100vw, 583px\" \/><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">The Richard Barnum-Reece we knew and loved.\u00a0 Richard passed\u00a0<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">away in 2008.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\">(Photo submitted to Find A Grave website)<\/span><\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><strong>Bair Gutsman founder Jan Cheney dropped out near\u00a0Francis Peak (15 miles) so that <\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><strong>he could return home to\u00a0be with his wife, who was in labor.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-1048\" src=\"http:\/\/wasatch100.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/10\/1980-Wasatch-100-Pic-4.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"750\" height=\"497\" srcset=\"https:\/\/wasatch100.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/10\/1980-Wasatch-100-Pic-4.png 750w, https:\/\/wasatch100.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/10\/1980-Wasatch-100-Pic-4-300x199.png 300w, https:\/\/wasatch100.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/10\/1980-Wasatch-100-Pic-4-330x220.png 330w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 750px) 100vw, 750px\" \/><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\">Jan Cheney during a 2014 Mr. Goodyear\u2019s Neighborhood interview.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\">(Photo courtesy of the Banyan Collective)<\/span><\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><strong>Laurie Staton and Greg Rollins finished the first Wasatch 100 together in 35 hours and 1 minute after she waited for Greg so they could finish together.\u00a0 In addition, Laurie went on to Wasatch 100 women\u2019s victories in 1983, 1984 and 1987, setting new women\u2019s course records in 1983 and 1987.\u00a0 In 1986, Laurie was one of the first two women to break the 30-hour barrier at Wasatch.\u00a0 She earned her 10<sup>th<\/sup> Wasatch finisher\u2019s ring in 2011, a remarkable 31 years after her first finish!<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><strong>In addition to her successes on the Wasatch trails, Laurie ran the 6<sup>th<\/sup> fastest women\u2019s road 50-mile time in 1983 (6:53) in the U.S. and her course record 112 miles, 1124 yards in 24 hours at Megan\u2019s Run in 1988 was 2<sup>nd<\/sup> best for U.S. women in 1988.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><strong>Laurie completed the Buffalo Run (UT) 50km in 2017.\u00a0 Her amazingly diverse and successful ultramarathon career now spans 36 years, 194 days and she\u2019s not done yet.\u00a0 Here are a few of Laurie\u2019s favorite trail ultra photos.\u00a0 Enjoy!<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-1049\" src=\"http:\/\/wasatch100.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/10\/1980-Wasatch-100-Pic-5.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"689\" height=\"550\" srcset=\"https:\/\/wasatch100.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/10\/1980-Wasatch-100-Pic-5.png 689w, https:\/\/wasatch100.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/10\/1980-Wasatch-100-Pic-5-300x239.png 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 689px) 100vw, 689px\" \/><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">Laurie Staton crosses the creek entering the Affleck Park (mile 35) aid station\u00a0<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">on the way to another women\u2019s victory in 1984.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\">(Photo used by permission from Ultrarunning magazine)<\/span><\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-1050\" src=\"http:\/\/wasatch100.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/10\/1980-Wasatch-100-Pic-6.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"423\" height=\"584\" srcset=\"https:\/\/wasatch100.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/10\/1980-Wasatch-100-Pic-6.png 423w, https:\/\/wasatch100.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/10\/1980-Wasatch-100-Pic-6-217x300.png 217w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 423px) 100vw, 423px\" \/><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\">Laurie takes a strategic 49-minute aid station break at Big Mountain on her way to a 4<sup>th<\/sup> victory and new women\u2019s course record (28:39) in the 1987 Wasatch.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\">(Photo used by permission from Ultrarunning magazine)<\/span><\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-1052\" src=\"http:\/\/wasatch100.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/10\/1980-Wasatch-100-Pic-7.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"800\" height=\"600\" srcset=\"https:\/\/wasatch100.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/10\/1980-Wasatch-100-Pic-7.jpg 800w, https:\/\/wasatch100.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/10\/1980-Wasatch-100-Pic-7-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/wasatch100.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/10\/1980-Wasatch-100-Pic-7-768x576.jpg 768w, https:\/\/wasatch100.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/10\/1980-Wasatch-100-Pic-7-640x480.jpg 640w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 800px) 100vw, 800px\" \/><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">24 years later, Laurie cruises into the Big Mountain (mile 38) aid station\u00a0<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">in the 2011 Wasatch 100, en-route to her 10<sup>th<\/sup> finish.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\">(Photo courtesy of Laurie Staton)<\/span><\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-1053\" src=\"http:\/\/wasatch100.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/10\/1980-Wasatch-100-Pic-8.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"800\" height=\"479\" srcset=\"https:\/\/wasatch100.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/10\/1980-Wasatch-100-Pic-8.jpg 800w, https:\/\/wasatch100.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/10\/1980-Wasatch-100-Pic-8-300x180.jpg 300w, https:\/\/wasatch100.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/10\/1980-Wasatch-100-Pic-8-768x460.jpg 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 800px) 100vw, 800px\" \/><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">Laurie celebrates her 10<sup>th<\/sup> Wasatch 100 finish in 2011 with another of the original,\u00a01980 Wasatch 100 starters, Steve Baugh.\u00a0<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">Steve Baugh was\u00a0the race director from 1981 \u2013 1987 and is still on the race committee.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\">(Photo courtesy of Laurie Staton)<\/span><\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-1283\" src=\"http:\/\/wasatch100.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/10\/1980-Wasatch-100-Pic-9.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"416\" height=\"238\" srcset=\"https:\/\/wasatch100.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/10\/1980-Wasatch-100-Pic-9.jpg 416w, https:\/\/wasatch100.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/10\/1980-Wasatch-100-Pic-9-300x172.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 416px) 100vw, 416px\" \/><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">Laurie (center) at the start of the 2017 Buffalo Run 50km with\u00a0long-time friends Ed Masters (L) and Fred Reimer (R).\u00a0<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">Fred is a 16-time Wasatch finisher and Ed has completed the race 3 times.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\">(Photo courtesy of Laurie Staton)<\/span><\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-family: 'arial black', sans-serif;\">\u00a9 1980<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>by Laurie Staton I did it on a dare. Part of it was the Staton adventure gene I inherited from my parents. I began backpacking with a borrowed Trapper Nelson backpack when I was 13, began running with a borrowed sweatshirt when I was 14, and went off on the 28-day Northwest Outward […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":944,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"page-fullwidth.php","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-1038","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wasatch100.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1038","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wasatch100.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wasatch100.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wasatch100.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wasatch100.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1038"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/wasatch100.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1038\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3062,"href":"https:\/\/wasatch100.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1038\/revisions\/3062"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wasatch100.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/944"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wasatch100.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1038"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}