Knee Knackering North Shore Trail Run

The Knee Knackering North Shore Trail Run, also known as the Knee Knacker, was established in 1989 and is a 30-mile ultramarathon trail run in that takes place in British Columbia, in the Greater Vancouver area. Due to its popularity, the field is limited to 200 runners, selected by lottery. The route, comprising about 16,000 feet of vertical climb and descent, generally follows the Baden-Powell Trail, and traverses the North Shore Mountains from Horseshoe Bay to Deep Cove.

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