(Nature) Photos From An(other) Ultramarathon

Welcome to the latest in the long, recurring series of posts sharing photos I took while my wife ran very long distances. This time, as a special treat, my son was also running. Not me – I walked around slowly and looked for flowers and spiders.

This past weekend, Kim and John ran a 50K (31 mile) race as part of the FlatRock 101 Ultramarathon along the Elk River Hiking Trail near Independence, Kansas. This was only John’s second 50K run – his first was on the same trail back in September, 2024. In that first race, he finished well behind Kim. This time, he actually beat Kim by about 5 minutes, something I’m sure Kim is absolutely and totally fine with.

Having Kim and John running at similar paces throughout the day made it easier for me to meet them at aid stations and top off their water, etc. as they came through. Since I didn’t have to wait long for one or other to come through station after the other passed, I had more time in-between those stops to wander around with my camera.

Unfortunately, the day was very bright and sunny and there was a strong breeze. It was a great day for running, but a challenging one for photography. As a result, I spent a couple hours doing some photography in the morning, but found other ways to entertain myself the rest of the day.

Rose vervain (Glandularia canadensis) flowers, backlit by the morning sun.
More rose vervain in dappled woodland light.
Groundsel (Packera obovata?) at the edge of a wooded area

It was fun to be considerably south of home and see a lot of spring flowers that aren’t yet blooming further north. I didn’t have time to wander very far, so I didn’t get to see nearly as many as Kim and John saw, but apparently there were spiderworts, columbine, phlox, and many others blooming along the trail. I mostly hung out in a little wooded area where I found some flowers, spiders, and fungi.

As a prairie guy, of course, woodlands are not my favorite ecosystem, but I don’t dislike woodlands, and can enjoy a good walk through the trees as much as anyone. In this case, I headed to the woods mostly because of the light conditions. The sun was incredibly bright from almost the minute it breached the horizon in the morning, so lighting was really harsh out in the open. In addition, all the grassy areas close to the race’s aid stations were pretty encroached by trees and shrubs anyway, so I was going to be around woody plants no matter where I went.

In the trees, I could at least find a few areas where the light was being diffused by distant tree leaves and branches. Most of the woodland was in shade, which isn’t ideal for photography, but there were scattered patches of diffused sun and I walked from one to the next, looking for anything interesting.

There were lots of spiders and webs strung between the trees, which kept me busy for a while. I also found a lot of mushrooms and other fungi. The trick was to find the ones that were also well-lit.

A sheet web spider (filmy dome spider?).
Eastern red cedar leaf dangling from spider silk.
A bowl and doily spider in its web.
A hygroscopic earthstar fungus.
Mushrooms in dappled light.
A broken mushroom.

A quick note on the runners, since they were the reason for the trip: Kim has been running ultramarathons for quite a while now, so a 50K has become a fairly typical distance for her to train for. This particular trail was a challenging one because it is rough and rocky in places, has some hills, and it had rained hard the night before, making it muddy as well. We don’t have a lot of rocky, hilly, muddy trails for Kim to train on near our home, so it’s hard for her to prepare for a race like this. She really wanted to run this trail in the spring, though, partly because it’s a good time to see wildflowers. (I like to see spring wildflowers, too, but go about it very differently.)

And here’s Kim approaching the finish line.

John was running in only his second ultra. He and Kim now listen to a lot of the same running podcasts, follow some of the same well-known races and runners, and send each other running memes and training tips. It was really cool to see John improve tremendously from his first attempt. I think he enjoyed himself, but immediate post-race conversations aren’t usually the time to get positive reflections from runners. He mostly talked about rocks, his ankles, and his intense dislike for life, running, and pretty much everything else.

Here’s John after running nearly 31 miles.

Kim is John’s step mom, so he didn’t inherit his stamina or training discipline from her, at least not via genetics. However, they share an ability to push through pain, which is obviously important in this sport. There isn’t, as far as I know, an official slogan for long-distance trail running, but if I was asked to write one, it would probably be something like, “A great way to explore nature while in constant discomfort.” It’s hard to believe the sport doesn’t have more participants, isn’t it?

I’m grateful to Kim (and now John) for all the training they do for these races because it allows me to tag along and see fun places while they do most of the work. After all, I got to lie on the ground in the woods for a couple hours looking at spiders and mushrooms! (It’s hard to believe macro photography doesn’t have more participants, isn’t it?)

Photos of the Week – October 1, 2025

Over the weekend, my wife Kim ran 100 miles. On purpose.

The Cowboy 200/100 race has become an annual event for people who think marathons are more fun when you string a bunch of them together end-to-end. There were lots of those people on the Cowboy Trail (an old railroad right-of-way) this weekend. Some of them were running 100 miles like Kim, but even more of them were running 200 miles. In case you were wondering, 200 miles is 322 kilometers. That’s equivalent to thirty two 10K runs in a row, plus a couple extra K just for fun.

The Cowboy Trail a few miles west of the start of the 100 mile race.

Feel free to skip ahead if you’re just here for nature photos but I figured people might have questions about the apparent lunacy of these kinds of races. First of all, just finishing the race is a huge accomplishment. Obviously. There are cut-off times, so you can’t just walk the whole thing. Not that walking 100 or 200 miles wouldn’t also be a big deal, but they make you finish sooner than would be possible if you just walked.

Unsurprisingly, a grueling race like this means a lot of people aren’t able to finish it. Of the 70 people who started the 200-mile race, only 40 crossed the finish line. Sixty-two people started the 100-mile race and only 33 finished. The winner of this year’s 200-mile race finished in about 46 hours, but most people ran it in about 60-80 hours. If you’re struggling with the mental math, 80 hours is three days and 8 hours.

The winner of the 100-mile race finished in an amazing 16 hours and 30 minutes, but most people came in at between 24 and 30 hours. My impression is that most of the 200-mile runners took cat naps here and there, but I think most of the 100-milers did it without sleeping on the way.

Anyway, that was a quick primer to the ultramarathon world for those of you who haven’t run further than 26.2 miles and wondered if there were any opportunities to do so. There are! If you choose to become an ultramarathon runner, you will be joining a very select group of people who, in my experience, are incredibly friendly, supportive, self-disciplined, pain-tolerant, and utterly mad. It’s a fun group to hang around with, assuming you enjoy listening to conversations about electrolytes, caloric intake, blisters, shoe brands, late-race hallucination stories and Courtney Dauwalter.

While all those lovely people were on the trail, I just hung around and took pictures of bugs and such. I also met Kim at various aid stations along the route and handed her water, food, socks, or whatever she needed while she and other runners tried to convince each other they were having fun.

Right after the 100-mile race started on Saturday morning, I drove out ahead of the runners and wandered the Cowboy trail at a much more leisurely pace and photographed insects, flowers, and seed heads I found along the way. It was a gorgeous morning. Here are some of those photos.

Tree cricket
Drone fly
Half-eaten grasshopper
Sand bluestem (Andropogon hallii)
Prairie sandreed seed (Calamovilfa longifolia)
An Arabesque orb weaver (I think)
Smooth sumac (Rhus glabra)
Smooth sumac
Annual buckwheat (Eriogonum annuum)
Dainty sulphur (Nathalis iole)
Dainty sulphur, front view

I didn’t get a chance for photography Saturday night, but I did get to watch the sunrise on Sunday morning. There’s a nice scenic overlook at Fort Niobrara National Wildlife Refuge, just outside of Valentine, Nebraska, where the race finished. I drove up there, not necessarily for the scenic overlook, but because I knew it was a place I could wander with my camera.

Cell phone photo of the scenic overlook when I arrived. Fort Niobrara National Wildlife Refuge.

I was working with less than four hours of sleep (in the back of our car) but the crisp morning was invigorating and I had a great time exploring the small prairie area near the overlook. There were quite a few spider webs to enjoy, a few flowers still blooming, and some really nice fall color in the grasses, shrubs, and other plants.

Sunrise and sand bluestem
Sunrise and Niobrara River Valley
Sunflower seed maggot fly
Mayfly
Dotted gayfeather (Liatris punctata)
Green lacewing
Grasshopper
Narrowleaf four o’clock (Mirabilis linearis)

Since there was only a very light breeze, I spent time photographing spiders on their webs – at least those who tolerated my approach. Most of the time, if I kept my head low as I moved in, they seemed willing to pose for me.

Spotted orbweaver – maybe? (Neoscona crucifera)
A different spotted orbweaver individual
Sideoats grama (Bouteloua curtipendula) and spider silk
Spider silhouette (jumping spider)
Flower spider (Larinia borealis) or similar species
The same species as above. Maybe. Probably.

Once the sunlight grew too intense for good photography, I drove back down to the finish line and waited for Kim to arrive. While I was there, I hung out and talked to some of the other runners and the race organizers. Every time a runner was spotted approaching the finish line, though, conversations paused and all the runners who were done with the race stood (stiffly and shakily) and limped over to clap and cheer.

Then, I drove my beautiful, sleepy, and sore wife home.