Well, I heard you ran into Jason late in the event. That has to count as some kind of damage. Hope you two were both wearing your diaphanous helmets and had them properly affixed. I imagine you followed standard protocol and downed a remedial Mountain Dew as soon as you finished.
Damage to Jason's score, but only slight. He came up behind me on the trail and said hi, and asked if I was going to #61. I said I had looked for it but couldn't find it, and now I didn't know where I was and was just heading north hoping to find #54. From his track, it appears that he turned back as if to try for 61, but then didn't, and came in behind me to 54. He probably could have gotten 61 easy if he hadn't listened to me (after our conversation I realized I had been looking in the wrong place). But I showed him where the bogus 54 was when I found it, so that made up for most of the points.
I'm not a big fan of Mountain Dew, and in West Virginia you run the risk of it being the real stuff. I had a Coke (and didn't worry about it being the real stuff). Seems like there ought to be a soft drink called Meth (I'm sure there's a lot of that around those parts these days).
Good thing you went with Coke rather than meth, having already just finished one highly questionable activity (e.g. -- a rogaine).
Well, only a 10-hour. Less than half of the full deal, and all in daylight. Maybe I should have had Diet Coke.