Andy had his top list:

TOT best of

or best in breed?

1. Mark: Craziest and best "swim hiker". The man for whom it doesn't count
as a hike unless you do something crazy. Wait until you here the story.
2. Shwu: carried most weight in proportion to her body weight.
3. Chris: best luxury items and willing to share them.
4. Kitt: most distance in a single day.
5. Megan: the only one for whom 20 miles in 2 days is "a light workout that
won't interfere with her marathon schedule"
6. Sitka: only dog who was still interested in raw hide bones after a 10
mile hike.
7. Blue: best pain tolerance (maybe 40% of his foot surface is a blister)
8. Shadow: best at pacing himself
9. Dan-O: best at convincing someone that 20 miles in 2 days was a light
workout

Anyone have a top-ten moments for the weekend?

Andy

My response was:

10. Andy: most number of dog-carrying miles in a weekend.

A feat of impressive doggy determination.

We woke up today at 6:15 AM. I managed all of four hours of sleep, for the second night in a row. I'm not sure why I woke up so early, I blame Shadow. Andy immediately got up and starting making breakfast. I took a little longer, like a half hour longer, to actually wake up, stretch, read a couple chapters of Harry Potter, get up. You know, the important things.

We packed up and started off on the remaining part of our hike. The dogs started walking fairly slowly, Blue with his athletic tape booties, and Shadow with his Sampras look.

The hike out wasn't nearly as long, it seemed, as the hike in. Knowing much of the path really helped. We weren't able to time the hike with half hour increments, as DanO, Megan and I did on the way in, so I tried to remember where I was at the various points. I recalled crossing into the Ventana Wilderness at 12:20, so we had only two miles to go when we found that sign. I also recalled seeing a fantastic ocean view around mile three.

Shadow was able to walk up hills pretty well, and Blue was able to gallop or stop, but not much in between. The pads on his feet were fairly well chewed up. That he could move at all was impressive. Andy was, of course, the most impressive of all, carrying one or the other dog at various points during the hike. The dogs are 50-60 pounds. Even with his harness, the one that nearly choked him at one point, Andy had to use a lot of arm strength to hold them up. He never mentioned his knees hurting, even carrying the extra 90+ pounds over some incredibly unstable ground.

We arrived at the end of the trail around 12:40 PM. After checking to see if the station had any ice cream (it didn't), we sat down on the tarp under a large pine tree that had a breeze. Shadow didn't really want to lie down on the tarp, and opted, instead, to sit in the back seat of the first open car. The owners of said car were actually quite confused when they looked into the seat and saw a dog sitting there.

I rushed over to get Shadow from the back back seat of the van he was lying in, calling him to come. He didn't budge. I had to climb into the back of the van, pull him out, pick him up, and walk him all of 30 yards to the tarp. Sure, I could argue I didn't have my pack balancing me out, but I don't think I could have carried Shadow very far on the trail unless I really really really had to, Andy's encouragement to the contrary.

After settling the dogs on the tarp, I confessed to Andy I had read Harry Potter from 1:00 am to 2:00 am this morning when I couldn't sleep, and suggested he read to catch up to where I was. Me? I'd sleep.

So, Andy read and I slept for about an hour. Once again, I was unable to sleep without knowing he was there, and fell asleep with a light touch against him. He woke me up by dropping a cashew into my hand. Tasty, tasty cashew.

We read Harry Potter for a while until even that wasn't very interesting. Andy called his dad to see if he was around locally, but had to leave a message. After a bit, I offered to rosham to see who would walk the half mile to the lodge for ice cream. Andy offered and started walking.

He made it all of three minutes before DanO walked up, the three of them done with their hike at 2:40 PM. Borrowing DanO's cell phone, I called Andy, who had my cell phone, and back he came within moments. Ten minutes minutes later, we were off to drop Andy off at his truck, listening to the various craziness of our fellow teammates: Mark swimming downstream instead of hiking being the biggest news.

The distance between the two trail entrances was actually two hours, not something I had realized, though Andy did when he figured out where his exit (and DanO's, Megan's, Sitka's and my entrance) was. Up the coast, through Carmel Valley, up the mountain, farther up the mountain on a dirt road, and a smidge off, and we were at Andy's truck. The same thing in reverse to head back down for the four of us to go home, sans Andy, Blue and Shadow.

Now, Mark had told us about the race at Laguna Seca. He told us not to continue along Carmel Valley, but to head back to 1 before heading north to the 156 and the 101.

What Mark didn't realize was that traffic was going to just as bad on 1 as it would be on the 101. All from the race.

We stopped for dinner at some Baja Racing Grill place, with a Steve McQueen Le Mans poster on the wall, before braving the traffic heading back north to the Bay Area. After about fifteen minutes in the back seat with my lying down next to him, Sitka decided he couldn't stand me any more, despite documented proof of the momentary snuggling he showed me, and climbed over me to way back of the truck. He curled up on our bags and fell asleep.

More room for me! I stretched out in the back seat and passed out. DanO and Megan slowed when the drove by my house, throwing me out the side door and rolling my bag out the back. I stumbled into the house around 10:30 PM, thinking, oof, DanO and Megan had another hour to drive. Ugh.

Tragically, the dirt on my legs was so thick, I had to shower like the heathens do, and used a washcloth to scrub the dirt off. Kris would have been proud, if he hadn't been so engrossed in Harry Potter at the moment.

I looked at my phone after the workout at Velocity, and saw a message from Andy:

Schedule shot. Mark forgot maps--10 minute delay. Shwu forgot shoes--1 hour.

So much for leaving by 7 and starting on the trail by 9. I hope we do better tomorrow.

Andy and I went over to Assguard tonight to meet with Mark, Doyle and Shwu and divvy up the communal camping items for this weekend's Trail of Tears hike. Andy offered to carpool together, and stopped by Krikitt Downs to pick me up. I'm not sure what prompted me, but I offered him the S4 car keys, and he gladly accepted.

On the drive over, I commented that I hadn't actually opened up the throttle to the car yet, though James had offered to help me out in that task if needed. I used the excuse about needing new tires, but the reality is I'm a bit nervous about it. The last time I opened up a car's throttle full tilt was in the S2000, and that escapade nearly ended disasterously as the backend broke and I ended up fishtailing the car down a major Sunnyvale road in the middle of the day: had any bicyclist been riding next to me that day, I probably would have killed him.

So, yeah, I was a little nervous about the thought of opening the throttle anywhere but under a safe, controlled environment where the worst I can do is hurt only myself.

After telling him this story, Andy mentioned he had another car other than the truck, a car he really liked, and another one his dad borrows. I laughed when he told me this. For the last four months I've been feeling awkward about the increase in our environmental footprint, what with our owning 3.5 cars between the two of us. Every time I'd see Andy and his one truck, which he uses rarely as he bikes a lot, I'd feel guilty about all of our cars. Turns out, Andy was in a similar situation, owning multiple cars, but with all of them at least used minimally.

The rest of the drive was spent alternating between laughing at stories of our idiotic driving as youngsters and complete embarrassment at being such idiots. Ah, youth: it's a good thing we grow out of it.

I wish I could remember what started an exchange between Mark and me at one point in the evening. He had casually offered something sexual in response to a question I asked, and I accepted. I figure, if I'm going to call a guy on something like that, Mark is the safest guy in the world to call. Part of his charm. Of course, I can't remember my initial comment/question, which would have made this part of the story actually funny.

I really hate when a simple task, something that I think should take an hour tops, not only takes me longer than that hour, but takes me longer than that hour because I want to do it correctly. Sometimes I wonder if my level of "Good enough" is too high. Eh, probably.

Today's example: yesterday a post came through on the Drupal support mailing list:

Does anybody know of an existing module which will extract tags from
the body of a post (i.e. a line like "Tags: tag1 tag2 tag3") and pass
them to the taxonomy system to tag that node?

I've had a skim through the Taxonomy related module list on drupal.org
and didn't spot anything...

Looking at this request, writing such a module should have taken an hour, maybe, right? Well, as I started working on the module, there were features I wanted, details that, well, would bug the crap out of me if they didn't work right. They were small things (is the trigger word "tags" or "tag" or "tagaroo", or is the tag line removed from the post after processing), but ones that, well, if someone gave me the module, I'd want.

So, in they went.

And my hour "give back to the community" turned into a retarded 4 hour project.

Four hours.

Four hours not spent on client work. Four hours not spent on my big projects. Four hours that I really could have used better elsewhere.

Gah.

I'm so annoyed at myself.

At least I managed two posts from it. :\