Becca and I started off in a good mood this morning as we made our way to the west side of Torgugas Mountain. Her good mood persisted throughout our hike. Mine did not. First there was the man with a dog that barked nonstop. Then there was the woman who yelled repeatedly for her dog, "Billy," to come back to her. Then when we returned to the parking area some genius was blasting music for all to hear. To compound the problem he was singing along. He could carry a tune well enough, but he staggered mightily under the load.