
“Open Road” is an ongoing series of dispatches written and photographed by guest correspondent, Foster Huntington, during his epic cross-country adventure for his upcoming book by Harper Collins. Foster is the creator of Arestlesstransplant and The Burning House. Check out previous parts of the series here.
My alarm went off at 2:15am on Thursday, the first of September. Normally, I reserve such pleasantries to catching sunrise flights, but today, I was preparing to climb a 14,000 ft. mountain in Colorado as part of the first annual Goruck Ascent. Described as, “an epic adventure spread out over 100+ hours in and around Colorado’s Rocky Mountains,” me and 48 other alumni of a previous 12 hour Goruck Challenge (essentially a mud run on crack) assembled at a campsite in Nederland the night before, ready to test ourselves.

After hitting snooze until 2:30, I packed my sleeping bag, a 3L hydration bladder, three pairs of socks, a few pounds of nutrition bars, a shell and a down jacket into my GR2 (Goruck’s top of the line pack). Rubbing my eyes in shock and discomfort, I peered out of my Syncro van at the other Ascenters cleaning up their camp sites and congregating around the remnants of last night’s fire.
Be ready roll at 0-300 with all of your shit.
“Be ready roll at 0-300 with all of your shit.” That’s what the Green Berets that run all of the Goruck Challenges had told us a few hours early around the camp fire, and we took this as gospel — measuring our packs down to the ounce in order to meet the 23lb weight maximum allowed for the event. A blink of an eye later, we were loaded on to a bus heading towards the first mountain.