We packed up in the morning Friday, Rita was really deep into the thick of planning the meals, Rob was wrapping up work while watching the weather reports and road conditions on Highway 4.
Reports came in that the Colletts might not be coming up that day due to car trouble, possibly something about their ride not playing nicely with tire chains. Soon after, Rob saw that Highway 4 was closed by Caltrans near Cabbage Patch, which is about halfway between Arnold and Bear Valley. A plan B was quickly put into place with Rob calling around hotels and motels in the foothills of Highway 4.
Starting in Murphys, there was nothing that would allow a dog. Moving to Angels Camp, turns out it's a smaller town than what Rob originally thought. Over to Sonora and Jamestown and we hit pay dirt. A motel between those two towns had a room, for pretty cheap, which would allow Lyra to stay there too, for only a $10 extra fee. Rob booked it on the first call, and we were still on track for getting out of town for the weekend.
We left at about 2pm and headed south, over Pacheco Pass, and then turned north toward Gustine on a series of two lane blacktop roads. We stopped at Oakdale's Tractor Supply store for a bag of food for the pup (we'd forgotten in in the whirlwind of getting Archer ready to go to the Berry's). Thirty miles later, we pulled into the Country Inn Sonora, right on Highway 108/Highway 49.
The place was pretty nice, especially for the price. Jimtown is in the foothills, so there are a lot of hills around. Our room, though on the third floor, was accessible via car; we just drove up the hill around back and parked squarely in front of our room. That made unloading and refactoring our rooftop load a lot easier.
Dinner at Morelia Mexican Restaurant (to go, we ate in room with another ton of single use plastic waste that housed all the salsa, soup(!), salad, etc) was good, and Penny really liked the little old west town feel of historic downtown Jamestown. We'll need to go explore it again tomorrow before we leave. Cross our fingers that Highway 4 opens up just long enough for us to scoot up the hill!
According to Strava, I was comfortably past my running distance goal of 400 miles for all of 2018. I show a total of just over 412 miles, which is great, and just a little more than last year.
I've had that same 400 mile goal for two years now, and it seems comfortable enough. The stretch goal for my running aspirations is in the weekly. There, I have a weekly goal of 12 miles, which I sometimes hit. It's not physically difficult, but usually amounts to an issue of time: Do I have the time to do it this week?
If I were to hit my 12 mile week for the entire year, then assuming 52 weeks a year, I would hit about 624 miles in a year.
But again, 400 miles for the year is comfortable, and very much doable. So congrats to me!
I started the trailer demo yesterday. Though cloud bursts interrupted the work occasionally, I was able to easily bust out the rotted wood deck. Since dark threatened to come quickly, cleanup was the next order of business. Circular saw in hand, I cut up all the boards into bite size pieces and stacked them at the top of the driveway, next to the tree. If I get time tomorrow (which I doubt), I'll pull the trailer out and clean the channels and see what I can do about the screws, which are no doubt seized.
How do I feel about it? It's always good to get your hands dirty and get that physical sense of accomplishment.
Today was our fourth "pair event" with the iMentor program at James Lick High School in San Jose. Every time we have one of these events, I grow a little bit. I get exposed to different things, things outside my usual sphere of existence, and things slightly outside my comfort zone.
Tonight, we mentors got to see our mentees' unofficial transcripts. I'm not sure I've seen such dismal report cards or such low GPAs. I've heard of them, but this was for real. It wasn't just my mentee's stats, but many of the other mentors were sharing a very similar story. Mostly, the male mentors, who have male mentees, were reporting what I was seeing with my own charge.
And today, the goal in mind shifted tectonically. No longer does the medium term goal include getting this high school junior into college. It has urgently moved to that of the first goal he listed when we first met back in November: to graduate high school. A school counselor tonight explained to us mentors how to read the transcripts and provided ideas on how to help the students get to graduation. The GPA along doesn't seem to matter too much toward the goal of getting a diploma. What really matters is how many credits they have earned. Failing grades in classes earn no credits.
Since there is another half of the second semester left of his junior year of high school, there is still time. If he were to pass all his classes next year, he could graduate. However, given his history, that's a tall order, and that's cutting it way too close. I see summer school. I see seven periods next year. I also see no sports, which should be the rule since the counselor, as a response to my question, stated that the student may have no F's and at least a 2.0 GPA to be involved with sports. That's a good thing for him, though he won't see it that way.
It's time to get serious. Clock's a-ticking and we have work to do.
Not sure if I mentioned it wide and far enough, but for 2017, I met my running goal. The goal, same as for the prior year, was 400 miles, and this year, I came in at about 403. Last year, I hit well over 500.
Works for me, I hit my goal! Happy new year, everyone!