Rallye Aicha des No Sleep

“Bonjour Gazelles!  C’est quatre heure!”

Every day through eight days of competition a melodic French female voice called out to us and every day I wanted to yell back, “SHUT THE FUCK  UP IT’S 4AM ARE YOU CRAZY?!?!”

One of the most difficult aspects of the Gazelle Rally is the lack of sleep.  You’re up at 4am, you leave at 6am and you put in anywhere from 10 hours (if you’re a really really good team) to 16 hours (if you’re a new team like we were) in the truck.  During that time you never know what will happen.  You may dig yourself out, you may help other teams dig out.  You’ll probably be running up and down terrain, scouting it out and you might change a tire.  Or two.  .  You’re plotting points and plotting your strategy.  Mentally and physically you are spent at the end of the day.

Yes, they are heavy.

Back at the bivouac you still have to set up camp, fuel the truck, talk to the mechanics, and eat.  You may or may not have a chance to take a shower.  Mostly I did not.

Getting to bed by 10pm was a luxury.  We were usually collapsing into our tents around midnight.  Even though it was bulky and took up space in the truck, I was so happy to have my Kelty cot.  I was getting some quality 4 hours of sleep.  My fellow Gazelles with their aired up sleeping pads often did not fare so well.

This video was taken the day after the infamous Crater Road, where we traversed a giant crater in the dead of night, only to descend down Sketch Boulevard into the maze of a palm tree farm.  I still don’t know how we made it out.

 

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