Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Guest Writer: Steven Dang


Dan does not go hiking often.  Ask him to join you on that morning jaunt, and his face quickly puckers, reaching for an excuse that sits somewhere between dry wall and flush valves.  Come again?  But such is Dan.  To understand what he’s saying, you not only need to have a comfortable command of the home improvement lexicon, but also an ear that can translate Cold War Era-type garbled messages – his grumbling – into natural language.   
But on the rare occasion that he says “hyueah” (translation: yeah) to you, you are in for a real treat.  You see, Dan is the most adept, non-adept hiker I know. Let me explain.  While he may not have Thuy’s unrelenting, “I’m out to get ya” type of competitive spirit, or Nhi Trung’s considerable on-the-field experience, he does have a sort of cavalier regard for the risks and dangers of the trail that gives him a ridiculous psychological advantage.  In other words, while our progress is being stalled by our careful evaluation of obstacles that come our way, Dan is already well ahead of the pack, having boldly forged ahead.  On the trail, as in life, Dan does not let the debilitating mental condition of “too many mind” impede him. 
Some other advantages that Dan possesses that may have escaped your myopic observational patterns are his hide-like skin and his ability to camouflage by staying deathly still. 
I was a first-hand witness to the first in India.  You see, while I layered up and applied copious amounts of insect repellant on me; Dan, sleeping nearby with nothing on but his boxers, tempting the mosquitoes with an almost uninterrupted buffet of glistening flesh; not only escaped that entire trip unscathed, but even seemed to drive the mosquitoes towards me, as they feasted on my blood till kingdom come!  I can only conclude that Dan’s outer skin is so tough, it naturally repels, and is inhospitable to, most pests. 
His ability to camouflage, to blend in, by staying deathly still, is also an invaluable asset in his arsenal.  Recall the last time you were talking to him and his attention slowly retreated, further and further, until at last it has vanished altogether, leaving nothing but a shell.  Now imagine that sort of ability consciously applied on the trail.  In his best moments, his ability to force a flat-line EKG allows him to blend seamlessly with his surroundings, to disappear entirely. 
But this is only the tip of the iceberg.  To add to what is already an impressive resume, Dan can also swim like a dolphin, squeeze through rocks like a weasel, go into hibernation mode for weeks (with an uncanny timing to coincide with major game launches), and talk to animals. 
That last part reveals the secret behind his mumbling.  While most would be quick to assume a speech impediment or a lack of interest in the conversation at hand, it really is because Dan has co-opted various audible streams across different wavelengths and different languages to enable him to speak to man, beast, and plant simultaneously.  So the next time you talk to him, understand that he is talking as much to you, as he is to that motionless tree. 
So there you have it.  Dan does not go hiking often, but when he does, nature lets out an impish little shriek.  If I were in Dan’s way, I would too.
- Steven Dang

Thursday, September 6, 2012

Statistics


I've been wanting to do this post for a while, a recap of all the hiking that Dan has done so far [according to this blog]. Let's talk numbers and hopefully, it'll convince you to give Dan yours.

Data are from the links provided, hours are estimated [rounded down].

Bridge to Nowhere: 9.6 miles, 6 hours
Black Star Canyon: 6.6 miles, 5 hours
White Sands: 1.0 miles [estimate], 1 hour
Grand Canyon: 1.0 miles [estimate], 1 hour
Sturtevant Falls: 9.5 miles 5 hours
Whiting Ranch: 5.0 miles [estimate] 3 hours [estimate]
Chiquito Falls: 9.6 miles, 6 hours
San Juan Hill: 10.0 miles, 5 hours
Black Star Canyon [revisit]: 6.6 miles, 5 hours
Garnet Peak: 4.4 miles, 2 hours

N = 10

Total miles: 63.3
Average miles: 6.33

Total hours: 39
Average hours: 3.9

Using this chart, the "205 lb" [all muscle] column and the "hiking, cross country" row states the calories burned per hour of activity is 558. Double-checking using this calculator, inputting the weight as "205" [all muscle] and "60" minutes of hiking activity results in 553 calories burned per hour. Let's take the average of 558 and 553 which is 555 [rounded down].

555 calories burned per hour.

39 hours = 21,645 total calories burned
3.9 hours = 2164.5 calories burned per average hike

21,645 calories is equivalent to:

63.3 miles [101.87 kilometers]  is equivalent to:
So roughly since Spring 2011, Dan has hiked/walked 63.9 miles in 39 hours [that's not including the hikes I haven't even posted yet]. How far have you hiked? Did you reach the edge of Earth's atmosphere like Dan?

Dan has conquered peaks; ladies, give him your number and he'll conquer your heart.


Science!

Saturday, September 1, 2012

Garnet Peak


March 2012

Dan wants the best. I deliver the best. Garnet Peak [nobodyhikesinla.com link] is rated 10 out of 10. Phil's BBQ [yelp.com link] is the highest rated & reviewed restaurant in San Diego. Hiking an amazing scenic 4 mile trail with delicious foods afterwards, I believe the bar has been raised. Where's the bar? Fuckin' raised.

Hello ladies, look at your man.
Now back to Dan.
Now back at your man.
Now back to Dan.
Sadly, he isn't Dan.
But if he stopped using excuses to stay home and started hiking, he could act like he's Dan.
Look down.
Back up.
Where are you?
You're atop Garnet Peak with the man your man could be like.
What's in your hand?
Back at Dan.
He has it.
It's an order of ribs from that BBQ place Yelp loves.
Look again.
The ribs are now diamonds.
Anything is possible when your man starts hiking and acts like Dan.
He's in a Mustang.

By the way, it was a 3 hour drive to the trailhead, then an hour to the restaurant, then finally 2 hours to get home. A total of 6 hours of driving that day. I wish I had a hybrid or helicopter [GTA style]. It was all worth it though. I'd do it again in a heartbeat... in someone else's car.

Proof? None. [It really happened, I swear!]


Swan dive!

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Black Star Canyon [revisit]


July 2012

A [creepy] short story.

Black Star Canyon [nobodyhikesinla.com link] is full of mystery as the legend goes.

We are hiking once more; trying to find our way back to the car, salvation. We hear faint voices around the canyon bend. As we turn the corner we only see darkness interwoven with moonlit shadows.

We miscalculated, now our only light source is our phones. One by one the phones use up their batteries. Still miles away from the end, Dan's phone ultimately runs out of power. A strange voice whispers behind us, "Finally."


Proof!





Monday, July 23, 2012

Fun Post Time #4

Dan's Day [distilled draft]

Describing Dan's day: Dan digs deep, donates dimes decoding dilemmas, dauntlessly drives down disasters dooming denizens, denotes dwindling dwellings deemed dumps, drops devised decisions dividing dudes dating dames, dashes disfigured dreams, drastically doodles disconfigured data demoting disk defragmenter, disturbingly dances deftly, deciphers daddy's daughters' dumb dramas, ding dong ditches depression, desires drunken double D's, drags douchebags deserving detention downtown, dangerously digests dairy demanding diarrhea, dislikes daylight's drugging dizziness, dazzles Disney damsels dreading deranged dicks, delightfully deactivates delusional diets, devours delicious dishes, delivers disorder defeating drugs, draws dope diagrams detailing derailed demons, devoutly devotes dilligence. Damn, Dan defies definition. Duh, don't doubt Dan's daily drills. 

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Thailand


December 2011

The Adventures of Dan [a short story]

The water gently laps the powdery sands. A cloudless sky unhinders the sun, illuminating a neglected but resilient part of the world. A roaring pride thunders through the clenching natural disasters that ravaged lands just a few weeks earlier. Thailand!

His confidence's contagious, his arrogance's alarming, his passion's promiscuous. He is in his element! The outdoors! More specifically, the clear blue waters of the Thai islands. Dan is 50% man, 45% fish, and 5% tattoo. Some say he was born in the waters off the coast of Alaska; others say he sleeps in a waterbed. No one knows the true source of his majestic swimming abilities but witnesses swear he animorphs into a mer-man like creature, servant of King Poseidon.

These new waters tickle his senses. They are exotic and exciting to him. Partaking in a guided tour of the islands, he leaps at the chance to swim and explore during the designated stops. Much like Superman's rejuvenation from the sun, Dan revitalizes himself from the water's healing embrace. It washes away his encumbering stress, bearing down upon his scars. Washing away the dramatic resolutions of property management work still fresh in his mind; months of calculations gone in a matter of nautical meters. His skin shimmers underneath the timid waves; Poseidon acknowledges Dan's presence within his realm.

Under the sea, the marine animals frollic and welcome Dan as one of their own. They teach him their ways, their delicate nuances, and their absolute loyalty. Rumor has it that as a young mer-kid, Dan almost drowned in the rough waters of Hawaii but a nearby pod of dolphins heard his telepathic cries. That day he vowed to owe a life-debt to the citizens of the seas. He is still honoring that vow. That is why Dan does not eat seafood. He feels a particular connection to sea life and it pains him to take that away after they saved his.

The sun's anger builds. Its radiant ambassador warns the epidermis with messages of a scorcher. It is a battle he cannot win. A battle he picks time again and again, despite his most trusted advisors urging him to protect the clan of Dan. Foolishly the daimo dismisses Sun Tzu's advice, "He will win who knows when to fight and when not to fight." The lack of man-made protection underneath the empty heavens is an unlocked fortress for the ultraviolet warriors. The clan of Dan can only watch as their sacred temple burns. A preventable disaster but stubbornness and ignorance prevails this day. Simply put, Dan gets sunburn.

His morale dips. The lull in adventure devoted to rest and recovery. The once energetic beast slumbers uncomfortably. The gypsy foretold that only a fair maiden from an unknown land can awaken him. Her eyes are as blue as the waters he swam in and her skin is as light as the sand he laid on. Only a woman so fair can reveal his true persona, a gentleman that listens, articulates, enunciates, and smiles.

He travels deep into the capital of Bangkok now. He is fortunate enough to run into a mysterious young woman. Her stories engages and enthralls him. Her siren accent soothes his nerves; his burnt skin cools within her aura. Dan ponders her wonderful tales of life and travel. She is the fair maiden the gypsy told him about and the one he's been dreaming of. His transformation begins both physically and mentally. The secretive mumbles give way to verbose compliments. His tired eyes open fully to innocently focus upon her aesthetics. The slouching spine stiffs upward, yet, the body and form is more relaxed. His spirits soar! Sickness leaves the flesh through the determination and candor of a man awakening like the new dawn. The horrific beast turns into a dashing prince, searching for his lost princess and to take her to a whole new world.


Proof!



Saturday, July 7, 2012

San Juan Hill


March 2012

[I apologize for the lack of updates, I've been out of town for work. Now I'm back and with a renewed fury. I've gone Super Saiyan and I'm taking anyone willing with me. I've been back home for approximately 2 weeks and already gone on 2 hikes. Trying to keep up this pace, let's go!]

I planned this hike, I studied the map, I organized it and it turned out better than expected. The target hike was suppose to be Gilman Peak [nobodyhikesinla.com link] but a wrong turn and our group [all 10 of us] charged up San Juan Hill [nobodyhikesinla.com] instead. Gilman Peak is the 2nd highest location in Chino Hills State Park. However, being the AP/MERITS/A-type personalities kind of group, we took that wrong turn and went up THE highest location. The hike turned from a moderate 7 miles to a blistering 10-miler. 

That incident aside [where no-one is to blame, especially me], we all had a good time and kept an optimistic outlook. Except for Dan, he discovered his own mortality and limitations. The hills were steep. Muscles crunching under the pressure. Beads of sweat racing down the side of his face as he took each agonizing step. His sunglasses were stifling, it narrowed his vision. And he must see far. His backpack was heavy. It threw him off balance. And his target is far away. The world will know that free men stood atop a hill, that few stood against many, and before this hike was over, even a god-king can bleed. [/300]

Reaching the top of San Jual Hill, Dan found a spot to himself. Overlooking Orange County, surveying everything the light touches is his kingdom. What about that shadowy place? That's Santa Ana, you must never go there. [/Lion King]

Like I mentioned, I organized and planned this hike. The only reason Dan went on this hike was because I promised him we could go to Berkeley Dog [Yelp link] afterwards. One thing I learned, actually two things. One, is that I can bribe Dan with food [which I won't hesitate to do]. Two, for new hikes I need to scout/recon the trail before bringing a big group or use a strip map [they save lives]. Top Dog was delicious and perfect for an after-hike reward, totally makes the 10 miles worth it, right guys? Guys?

Proof!