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The Race to Robie Creek™ is held the third Saturday each April, starting at High Noon. With the help of generous sponsors, hundreds of volunteers, and to the benefit of numerous local charities, we always offer a fun, slightly irreverent, top quality, half-marathon race --- with an amazing post-race party and entertainment. For more 2012 race information, follow the navigation links to the left. Entries are limited, so we invite all runners, trotters, walkers or crawlers who feel they have it in them to take a shot at participating in a now legendary event.
The Race to Robie Creek™ logo, an uncrossed "A" that we affectionately call the "Slash", is actually a graphic representation of the toughness of the course. The iconic "Slash" was created by Boise painter/runner Nunzio Lagattuta during the very early days of Robie. It echoes the challenge of the uphill trek from the start at Fort Boise (elevation 2725'), to the lofty heights of Aldape Summit (elevation 4797'), followed by the tortuous descent to the Robie Creek campground at Lucky Peak (elevation 3065'). The logo, and the name Race to Robie Creek™ are exclusive trademarked properties of the Rocky Canyon Sailtoads and are not to be used in any manner without the expressed written consent by our organization.
(as told by Robie founder Jon Robertson in the Idaho Statesman's Thrive magazine, reported by Dan Kouba, April 15, 2003 issue)
"Although Boise City was only a few decades old, old-timers already knew there was something strange about Rocky Canyon. Frightening night-time noises echoed along the steep and rugged rock walls. No one offered an explanation, but locals did admit to seeing fewer small creatures living in the canyon than in other sections of Shaw Mountain Road. Coincidentally, road kill was disappearing at a quick and methodical rate. Who and what was behind it all?
Race to Robie Creek founder Jon Robertson's father grew up in East Boise in the 1920's and '30's and used to explore Rocky Canyon. He was is search of a legendary buried strong box along with the quest of gold in the creek. Though he didn't strike it rich in the form of nuggets, his find was just as exciting and mind numbing. Within the deep and dark caves of the canyon, the elder Robertson came across a species of rare giant toads. So mysterious were the toads that local zoology professors claimed they knew nothing of the monsters. But local geezers knew the professors were simply appalled at the malformed physical appearance and unspeakable odors these five-pound toads emitted. Who can blame them for being silent?
These huge black toads are carnivorous, and while they don't crawl like most "normal" toads, they gallop, drooling copiously and leaving their foul pong as they close in on unsuspecting prey. Walkers and slow-moving runners are at risk as well as aid station workers. Unsubstantiated rumor has it that over the years some folks have fallen victim, never to be seen at the finish line or race party.
Occasionally one of these toads becomes road kill. If the other toads don't cannibalize the remains, some of these toads get flattened by vehicles and turned into something that looks like a discus. Dried, cured and worked with a rolling pin, the toad discs can be sailed like a Frisbee. Hence, the term "Rocky Canyon Sailtoad."
Robie organizers traditionally have conducted low-key educational efforts among runners and walkers prior to race day. In addition, prospective volunteers wanting to join the race committee are required to sail one of these deceased creatures at least 30 yards."