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The Frozen Snot is what happens when someone looks at the coldest week of the year and says, “Let’s climb straight up a mountain and see who cries.” It’s a winter trial by elevation, boulder fields, and descents so steep we tie ropes to trees so you don’t ragdoll down the mountainside. And somewhere in the middle of your personal crisis, you’ll stagger into The Bacon Station — an oasis of meat, salt, and questionable decisions that convinces you to keep going even though you just want to assume the fetal position, call your mom, and start custody negotiations with your quads. This race doesn’t care how tough you think you are — only how stubborn you are when the mountain stops showing mercy. It’s feral. It’s foolish. It’s iconic. And people keep coming back.

Freezing rain? Knee-deep powder? Ice hiding under wet leaves? A sky that lies to your face? The mountain doesn’t care. The mountain will do what it wants with you.

Choose your course. Accept the conditions. Respect the mountain.
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