The race was a decidedly low-rent affair. No bathrooms at the start, no traffic control, and no first aid stations. What the race lacked in accommodations, it made up for with scenery.
Mary and I were able to run in the shade for the first half of the race. 
The last 10 miles were in the sun, on the west side of Bear Lake. I ended up roasting like a chicken.
I didn't end up with any pictures of the finish line--it was a chute made of caution tape, with no clock. I'm still not sure what time I ran, but I'm not worried about it.
