Last year’s Voodoo Fire 70 was my first real mtb race. ..after 7 hours or something insane, I found myself at the celebratory finish meal holding a plate piled high with gooey enchiladas. Discovered the heavy camelbak I had grabbed in haste contained a bottle of contact lens solution, some clothes I didn’t need, and a flask of whiskey… I had carried it all day. With numerous lessons learned…I sipped the whiskey and enjoyed the best meal of my life. — Steve G.