Sunday, July 31, 2005
Loafer Mountain
This weekend was yet another weekend where the threat of thunderstorms kept me from travelling on the bike. So, for some reason, I woke up Saturday morning and decided to climb a mountain. The Loafer Mountain Trail is located off of the Nebo Loop in Payson, UT. Unfortunately it started raining about 4 miles into the trail and I didn't make it all the way to the end. Of course the decision to turn back had nothing to do with the fact that my legs and lungs felt like they were going to explode :)
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
Monday, July 04, 2005
Jackson Hole
Dad was back in town for the weekend and we rode up to Jackson Hole in Wyoming and spent some time in Grand Teton National Park.
Sunday, June 26, 2005
Thunderstorms
I was scared out of travelling anywhere this weekend due to 60% chance of thunderstorms in just about every direction that I could head. So, I decided to do a little bit of local biking and hiking this weekend. As it turns out, the weather was beautiful for pretty much all of the weekend except for an hour or so Saturday afternoon. Sunday morning I decided to take advantage of the good weather and hiked up to Stuart Falls just above Sundance.
Sunday, June 19, 2005
Better Late than Never
I've been meaning to ride out to Mesa Verde National Park for about 2 months now, but weather, work, or visiting family members have prevented me. This weekend I finally ran out of excuses. Saturday morning I embarked on the 300 mile journey amidst blue skies and plenty of sunshine. It was a beautiful ride that was marred only by a strong headwind that kept me clenching the handle bars. Fortunately, this same headwind turned to a tailwind on the return trip making the ride even more pleasant. Here are some pictures that I took in the park:
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
Boating on Lake Powell
Spent last weekend with Dad and the rest of the family boating on Lake Powell. Here are the pictures:
Monday, May 30, 2005
Biking with Dad
My Dad is in town visiting for a couple of weeks and we decided to spend a couple of days biking together in Southern Utah. He rented a Harley Dyna Low Rider from the dealership in Sandy, UT and we headed off on Sunday morning. We rode through Scofield, Fish Lake, Boulder Mountain, Escalante, Bryce Canyon and then spent the night in Panguitch, UT. Monday morning we woke up and drove back to Spanish Fork, UT along Hwy 89 in slightly cold and soggy weather. Here are some pictures from the trip:
Saturday, May 14, 2005
The musings of children
I was sitting on a lawn chair in my back yard reading a book this afternoon enjoying the warmth of the sun. As I completed a chapter and put the book down for a minute to contemplate, my thoughts were interupted by the banter of some neighborhood children. I couldn't see the children, but their voices seemed to be coming from some houses on the street behind my house. I am also guessing that they were two girls about 4 years in age.
The first quip that caught my attention was when the first girl pronounced, "It's mine, I bought it because I am rich". The thought of a 4 year old girl understanding what it meant to be rich seemed both disturbing and amusing at the same time. Even more amusing though was the second girls response a few minutes later. The two conversations seemed to be disconnected but apparently the second girl was continuing on a thread started by the first when in response to a question that I didn't actually hear she responded, "No, I'm not rich. I'm pretty". As if "Rich" and "Pretty" were two inexorable opposites in which one could choose to be one or the other but not both.
The first quip that caught my attention was when the first girl pronounced, "It's mine, I bought it because I am rich". The thought of a 4 year old girl understanding what it meant to be rich seemed both disturbing and amusing at the same time. Even more amusing though was the second girls response a few minutes later. The two conversations seemed to be disconnected but apparently the second girl was continuing on a thread started by the first when in response to a question that I didn't actually hear she responded, "No, I'm not rich. I'm pretty". As if "Rich" and "Pretty" were two inexorable opposites in which one could choose to be one or the other but not both.
Sunday, May 08, 2005
Sunday, April 24, 2005
Blind Date
I went on the first blind date of my life last night with a girl named Janell. Unlike most blind dates (I presume) where the date is set up ahead of time, I was given the phone number of my sister's co-worker and actually had to go through the process of setting up the date myself. It was a little strange to call up a complete stranger out of the blue and say something like, "You don't know me, but do you want to go out this weekend?"
I told Janell that I would pick her up at 6:15 on Saturday night. In accordance with Murphy's law, I hopped into my car at 5:30 PM. turned the ignition and greeted by the sound of a free spinning starter motor. In other words, my car wouldn't start. Now, I could have taken my motorcycle, but the sky was overcast and it looked like there was a chance of thunderstorms. I was pretty sure that whatever bonus points I may have scored for showing up on a motorcycle would have been negated if I was to return her home at the end of the night sopping wet.
Thinking quickly, I called up my sister Marci who lives five minutes away in Spanish Fork and asked to borrow her car for the night. By 5:45, the potential disaster had been thwarted and I was back on the road heading for Provo. Ironically, when I got home later that night, my car started just fine.
Even with my late start I managed to get there about 10 minutes early. I spent nearly all of that 10 minutes trying to hunt down which building of the huge apartment complex she actually lived. For some reason, I had building 9 stuck in my head. I must have circled the entire complex 3 or 4 times looking for building 9. I was really starting to freak out when no matter how hard I tried I could only count 8 buildings. In desperation, I looked once more at the map I printed out and realized that I was actually looking for building 6, not building 9.
I was so nervous that my heart was nearly crawling out of my throat as I knocked on the door. The door was answered by one of Janell's roommates. A few seconds later, she came walking out from one of the back rooms. She was tall and pretty. In fact, much prettier than I had imagined. She was wearing sandals, faded jeans and some sort of a loosely knit top. The jeans were just a little too long for her and were frayed at the bottom from dragging on the ground.
They say that the outcome of a date is often decided in the first 30 seconds. I would say that this was definitely true last night. Within seconds of meeting her, I had already written myself off. I just didn't see it happening. I imagine that she had a simliar epiphany within the first 30 seconds. But we were both too polite to cut our losses. "Polite" really describes how I felt the rest of the date went. It felt like we were going through the motions, just because we had previously obligated ourselves to do so.
Despite the influx of parents and families that were visiting Provo for the BYU graduation and inadvertantly overcrowding all of the restaurants in a 20 mile radius, we decided to take our chances at the Macaroni Grill. Our timing must have been just right because we managed to get a table with only a 25 minute wait. Of course 25 minutes is a long time to fill with inane conversation. By the time that we sat down to dinner I had already exhausted all of the conversation topics that I had thought up ahead of time. Yes, I know that sounds kind of creepy, but I am conversationally challenged, and a little bit of preparation sure beats an awful lot of awkward silence :)
You know that a conversation is going downhill when the majority of the sentences start after a short pause and begin with, "So, ...". Unfortunately, despite my meager attempts at preparation much of conversation for the rest of the night was relegated to this category.
Dinner went quickly. It was apparent that the wait staff was trying to herd us through as quickly as possible to accomodate the teams of people perpetually waiting in the lobby. This only added to my nervousness and was at least partially responsible for me scarfing down an entire plate of Chicken Canneloni in record time.
I ate so fast that the waitress had actually managed to clear my plate before Janell had even tapped half of her bowl of Pasta Milano. Of course, this left us in the awkward situtation where I was basically watching her eat. Had the situation been reversed, I know that it would have made me uncomfortable. So, she did what I imagine most people would have done, she stopped eating. Of course, the waitress picked up on this like a vulture descending on carrion. Before she had even set her fork down the waitress had cleared her plate.
It turns out that the comedy club that we went to was doing a special recorded performance that night. Hailstorm entertainment, the folks behind Single Ward, RM and Home Teachers, were recording the show for a DVD that they will be releasing later this year called "Latter Day Night Live". Apparently the air conditioning was causing some problem with the sound for the recording so they decided that they were just going to do the show with the air conditioning turned off.
Now you have to imagine a small basement sized room packed with so many people that I actually overheard the owners say as they were jamming more chairs into the room, "It's a good thing the fire marshal's not here tonight." It was hot. No, I mean really HOT. Every couple of seconds I had to reach up to wipe the sweat off of my forehead. That's just what every woman loves.. a date that sweats all over her. Apparently, I wasn't the only one suffering from the heat. The headliner, Johnny B, was sweating so bad, that they actually had to stop the show several times because the sweat was dripping down his forehead, melting off his makeup and causing toxic reactions in his eyes.
Despite all of that, the comedy was actually pretty good. The show opened with Jimmy Chunga from the Chunga and Mister morning show on 107.5. Unfortunately, he wasn't as funny in person as he is on the radio. Must have just been an off night for him. Johnny B on the other hand was pretty hilarious. His bit about Utah women and handicrafts had the entire audience rolling. My favorite line from the show was when he was bagging on Provo and saying that, "Provo and Las Vegas really shouldn't be within the same day's drive of each other. You start off in the morning in Vegas and are in Provo by the afternoon. Really, your head could explode". Okay, I guess it was much funnier in the context of the rest of the bit.
The most uncomfortable moment of the entire night was definitely when I brought Janell back home. I wasn't sure what protocol was, but it seemed rude to just drop her off at the curb and kick her out of the car. So, I thought that I would be polite and walk her to the door. I really just intended to walk her to the door, say goodnight and go on my merry way.
As we approached the door, I could see this look of fear and trepidation developing on her face. It seemed as though she thought I might be expecting a little more than a simple good night. After getting the requisite "I had a good time" out of the way, we both stood there for what felt like an eternity of awkward silence. I wasn't sure if I should shake her hand, simply say good night, or just turn around and walk away. I finally managed to pull myself together enough to blurt out something like, "See you again somtime". This was the "closure" that we both had been waiting for. She turned around and went inside and I walked back to the car and drove home.
Unfortunately (or not), I suspect that I was lying. I really don't imagine that I will see her again sometime.
I told Janell that I would pick her up at 6:15 on Saturday night. In accordance with Murphy's law, I hopped into my car at 5:30 PM. turned the ignition and greeted by the sound of a free spinning starter motor. In other words, my car wouldn't start. Now, I could have taken my motorcycle, but the sky was overcast and it looked like there was a chance of thunderstorms. I was pretty sure that whatever bonus points I may have scored for showing up on a motorcycle would have been negated if I was to return her home at the end of the night sopping wet.
Thinking quickly, I called up my sister Marci who lives five minutes away in Spanish Fork and asked to borrow her car for the night. By 5:45, the potential disaster had been thwarted and I was back on the road heading for Provo. Ironically, when I got home later that night, my car started just fine.
Even with my late start I managed to get there about 10 minutes early. I spent nearly all of that 10 minutes trying to hunt down which building of the huge apartment complex she actually lived. For some reason, I had building 9 stuck in my head. I must have circled the entire complex 3 or 4 times looking for building 9. I was really starting to freak out when no matter how hard I tried I could only count 8 buildings. In desperation, I looked once more at the map I printed out and realized that I was actually looking for building 6, not building 9.
I was so nervous that my heart was nearly crawling out of my throat as I knocked on the door. The door was answered by one of Janell's roommates. A few seconds later, she came walking out from one of the back rooms. She was tall and pretty. In fact, much prettier than I had imagined. She was wearing sandals, faded jeans and some sort of a loosely knit top. The jeans were just a little too long for her and were frayed at the bottom from dragging on the ground.
They say that the outcome of a date is often decided in the first 30 seconds. I would say that this was definitely true last night. Within seconds of meeting her, I had already written myself off. I just didn't see it happening. I imagine that she had a simliar epiphany within the first 30 seconds. But we were both too polite to cut our losses. "Polite" really describes how I felt the rest of the date went. It felt like we were going through the motions, just because we had previously obligated ourselves to do so.
Despite the influx of parents and families that were visiting Provo for the BYU graduation and inadvertantly overcrowding all of the restaurants in a 20 mile radius, we decided to take our chances at the Macaroni Grill. Our timing must have been just right because we managed to get a table with only a 25 minute wait. Of course 25 minutes is a long time to fill with inane conversation. By the time that we sat down to dinner I had already exhausted all of the conversation topics that I had thought up ahead of time. Yes, I know that sounds kind of creepy, but I am conversationally challenged, and a little bit of preparation sure beats an awful lot of awkward silence :)
You know that a conversation is going downhill when the majority of the sentences start after a short pause and begin with, "So, ...". Unfortunately, despite my meager attempts at preparation much of conversation for the rest of the night was relegated to this category.
Dinner went quickly. It was apparent that the wait staff was trying to herd us through as quickly as possible to accomodate the teams of people perpetually waiting in the lobby. This only added to my nervousness and was at least partially responsible for me scarfing down an entire plate of Chicken Canneloni in record time.
I ate so fast that the waitress had actually managed to clear my plate before Janell had even tapped half of her bowl of Pasta Milano. Of course, this left us in the awkward situtation where I was basically watching her eat. Had the situation been reversed, I know that it would have made me uncomfortable. So, she did what I imagine most people would have done, she stopped eating. Of course, the waitress picked up on this like a vulture descending on carrion. Before she had even set her fork down the waitress had cleared her plate.
It turns out that the comedy club that we went to was doing a special recorded performance that night. Hailstorm entertainment, the folks behind Single Ward, RM and Home Teachers, were recording the show for a DVD that they will be releasing later this year called "Latter Day Night Live". Apparently the air conditioning was causing some problem with the sound for the recording so they decided that they were just going to do the show with the air conditioning turned off.
Now you have to imagine a small basement sized room packed with so many people that I actually overheard the owners say as they were jamming more chairs into the room, "It's a good thing the fire marshal's not here tonight." It was hot. No, I mean really HOT. Every couple of seconds I had to reach up to wipe the sweat off of my forehead. That's just what every woman loves.. a date that sweats all over her. Apparently, I wasn't the only one suffering from the heat. The headliner, Johnny B, was sweating so bad, that they actually had to stop the show several times because the sweat was dripping down his forehead, melting off his makeup and causing toxic reactions in his eyes.
Despite all of that, the comedy was actually pretty good. The show opened with Jimmy Chunga from the Chunga and Mister morning show on 107.5. Unfortunately, he wasn't as funny in person as he is on the radio. Must have just been an off night for him. Johnny B on the other hand was pretty hilarious. His bit about Utah women and handicrafts had the entire audience rolling. My favorite line from the show was when he was bagging on Provo and saying that, "Provo and Las Vegas really shouldn't be within the same day's drive of each other. You start off in the morning in Vegas and are in Provo by the afternoon. Really, your head could explode". Okay, I guess it was much funnier in the context of the rest of the bit.
The most uncomfortable moment of the entire night was definitely when I brought Janell back home. I wasn't sure what protocol was, but it seemed rude to just drop her off at the curb and kick her out of the car. So, I thought that I would be polite and walk her to the door. I really just intended to walk her to the door, say goodnight and go on my merry way.
As we approached the door, I could see this look of fear and trepidation developing on her face. It seemed as though she thought I might be expecting a little more than a simple good night. After getting the requisite "I had a good time" out of the way, we both stood there for what felt like an eternity of awkward silence. I wasn't sure if I should shake her hand, simply say good night, or just turn around and walk away. I finally managed to pull myself together enough to blurt out something like, "See you again somtime". This was the "closure" that we both had been waiting for. She turned around and went inside and I walked back to the car and drove home.
Unfortunately (or not), I suspect that I was lying. I really don't imagine that I will see her again sometime.
Sunday, April 17, 2005
Pictures of Angel's Landing
Saturday, April 16, 2005
The Angel Has Landed
I HAVE CONQUERED ANGEL'S LANDING!!! I may not be able to walk for the next three days but at least I can finally say that I've done it. On my previous attempt (with Chris last May), I freaked out when we got to the section of the trail where you have to cling for dear life to some loose chains that they have attached to the sandstone. This time around, I was alone, so I didn't have to worry about anyone else's safety (it freaks me out more to watch other people do dangerous stuff), and I was spurred on by the advice of a general that I once saw in some old war movie... "Who wants to live forever anyway?"
I am now safely back at my hotel where I am once again writing live from the Bumbleberry Inn in Springdale, UT. Since I was last here three weeks ago they have actually set up their own wireless network. Unfortunately, since I was here three weeks ago the price of a room has gone up about $30 a night. I'm sure that it's unrelated to the wireless access; this is a tourist town and all of the hotel prices go up as summer nears. Nonetheless, the wireless acccess softened the blow of the price increase.
I'm sure that I could have found a cheaper hotel room, but I am much too lazy to drive around to every place in town to find the best price. I guess it's not really that I'm lazy, but rather that I don't think that the difference in price that I could find could possibly justify the time spent hotel shopping. Maybe that's why most people book online ahead of time :) I'm all about the online reservations but when it comes to my weekend adventures, quite frankly, I rarely plan that far in advance. I didn't know until this morning, for instance, that I would even be in Zion today. I did have it narrowed down to either Zion or Mesa Verde, but I decided to sleep on it, and go with whichever one sounded best in the morning.
Anyhow, I've got lots of cool pictures (I hope), but I won't be able to post them until I get home tomorrow.
I am now safely back at my hotel where I am once again writing live from the Bumbleberry Inn in Springdale, UT. Since I was last here three weeks ago they have actually set up their own wireless network. Unfortunately, since I was here three weeks ago the price of a room has gone up about $30 a night. I'm sure that it's unrelated to the wireless access; this is a tourist town and all of the hotel prices go up as summer nears. Nonetheless, the wireless acccess softened the blow of the price increase.
I'm sure that I could have found a cheaper hotel room, but I am much too lazy to drive around to every place in town to find the best price. I guess it's not really that I'm lazy, but rather that I don't think that the difference in price that I could find could possibly justify the time spent hotel shopping. Maybe that's why most people book online ahead of time :) I'm all about the online reservations but when it comes to my weekend adventures, quite frankly, I rarely plan that far in advance. I didn't know until this morning, for instance, that I would even be in Zion today. I did have it narrowed down to either Zion or Mesa Verde, but I decided to sleep on it, and go with whichever one sounded best in the morning.
Anyhow, I've got lots of cool pictures (I hope), but I won't be able to post them until I get home tomorrow.
Sunday, April 03, 2005
Natural Bridges
Just got back from hiking in Natural Bridges National Monument. It was pretty cool, but I am totally beat right now. The pictures are up here. Maybe I will post more information about the trip when I am in less pain :)
Saturday, April 02, 2005
Praying for the Pope
I was watching the news last night and was befuddled by all the people the world over that were praying for the Pope. It seems to me that if there was anyone in the world that didn't need people imploring God on his behalf, it would be the Pope. You would think that his own communication with God would suffice.
What were people praying for anyway? That he would live longer? Not even religious figures are exempt from death. In fact, given the general consensus among religious zealots that holy men are rewarded in the afterlife, you would think that the death of a holy man would be a joyous occasion.
There was actually one woman on the news praying that God would have "Mercy and Compassion". That sound like a prayer that you would have for a sinner or an atheist. If the Pope lead his life in such a manner that he had to implore God for mercy and compassion then he was probably doing something wrong.
What were people praying for anyway? That he would live longer? Not even religious figures are exempt from death. In fact, given the general consensus among religious zealots that holy men are rewarded in the afterlife, you would think that the death of a holy man would be a joyous occasion.
There was actually one woman on the news praying that God would have "Mercy and Compassion". That sound like a prayer that you would have for a sinner or an atheist. If the Pope lead his life in such a manner that he had to implore God for mercy and compassion then he was probably doing something wrong.
Sunday, March 27, 2005
Hiking in Zion
Just got back from hiking in Zion National Park. I have my pictures online here. I did a couple of hikes that I had never done before. Saturday, I did the Canyon Overlook Trail and the Upper and Middle Emerald Pools trails. Sunday, I had Easter brunch at the Zion Lodge and then tackled the Hidden Canyon Trail. They were all very beatiful.
Saturday, March 26, 2005
Bumbleberries
I am writing this post live from Springdale, UT, just outside Zion National Park at the Bumbleberry Inn. God bless unsecured wireless networks. I just had dinner at the Bumbleberry Cafe where I ordered at slice of Bumbleberry Pie (ala mode, of course). So, what is a bumbleberry? I still don't know.
The pie wasn't bad (it wasn't great), but dinner was atrocious. My experience went like this:
Me: "Hi, I'd like a table for one"
Host: "That will be 30 minutes"
(45 minutes to an hour later)
Hostess: "Here is your booth, sir".
Me: "That's not really a booth; it's only half of a booth. Where did the other half of my booth go."
Hostess: "I'm sorry sir, that's all we have."
(15 minutes later, waitress shows up)
Waitress: "What would you like to drink?"
Me: "I'll have a beer please".
Waitress: "I'm sorry but we don't serve alcohol here".
Me: "Whatever, I'm ready to order. I'll have the New York Steak, Medium."
Waitress: "I'm sorry sir, but we are all out of the New York Steak".
Me: "Well, is there anything that you are not out of that you would reccomend?"
Waitress: "The Chicken Enchiladas are pretty good."
Me: "I'm not really sure that I want to order mexican food from a place called the 'Bumbleberry Cafe'. How about the Chicken Cordon Bleu?"
Waitress: "That's pretty good, but if you look more closely at the menu, it's actually just a 'Chicken Cordon', there is no 'Bleu', sir."
Me: "Fine"
15 minutes later the waitress shows up with my dinner. It consists of a grilled chicken breast, a slice of ham bought from the same section of the grocery store as Oscar Mayer bologne, and a piece of swiss cheese. The swiss cheese wasn't bad. The only good thing about dinner is that it left me hungry for what I hope will be a superb Easter Brunch at the Zion Lodge tomorrow morning.
The pie wasn't bad (it wasn't great), but dinner was atrocious. My experience went like this:
Me: "Hi, I'd like a table for one"
Host: "That will be 30 minutes"
(45 minutes to an hour later)
Hostess: "Here is your booth, sir".
Me: "That's not really a booth; it's only half of a booth. Where did the other half of my booth go."
Hostess: "I'm sorry sir, that's all we have."
(15 minutes later, waitress shows up)
Waitress: "What would you like to drink?"
Me: "I'll have a beer please".
Waitress: "I'm sorry but we don't serve alcohol here".
Me: "Whatever, I'm ready to order. I'll have the New York Steak, Medium."
Waitress: "I'm sorry sir, but we are all out of the New York Steak".
Me: "Well, is there anything that you are not out of that you would reccomend?"
Waitress: "The Chicken Enchiladas are pretty good."
Me: "I'm not really sure that I want to order mexican food from a place called the 'Bumbleberry Cafe'. How about the Chicken Cordon Bleu?"
Waitress: "That's pretty good, but if you look more closely at the menu, it's actually just a 'Chicken Cordon', there is no 'Bleu', sir."
Me: "Fine"
15 minutes later the waitress shows up with my dinner. It consists of a grilled chicken breast, a slice of ham bought from the same section of the grocery store as Oscar Mayer bologne, and a piece of swiss cheese. The swiss cheese wasn't bad. The only good thing about dinner is that it left me hungry for what I hope will be a superb Easter Brunch at the Zion Lodge tomorrow morning.
Saturday, March 12, 2005
Dilemna Resolved...
Well, I couldn't pass up the good weather. My sister Marci and I headed down to Canyonlands today to do some hiking. The weather was gorgeous... perfect hiking weather. However, today was a rude awakening of how out of shape I've become since last year. My heart nearly exploded trying to climb back up the syncline loop (which ended up being more of a semi-arc than a full loop). But it was a lot of fun anyway. On the way home we stopped for dinner at Grogg's brewpub in Price, UT. I would recommend it if you ever pass through.
Friday, March 11, 2005
A Weekend Dilemna
To work or not to work, that is the question. On one hand, I feel like I deserve the weekend off. I just demoed the project that I'm working on to the VP of our division today and things went much better than I had expected. It felt like validation of the last 3 months of late nights and working weekends. On the other hand, the success of the demo today is really no reason for reprieve. We still have hard deadlines to hit.
I do really want to go down to Southern Utah this weekend though. Canyonlands National Park is calling me. I was there briefly last summer on my bike. Unfortunately I didn't fuel up before turning off to the park and had to cut my visit short for fear of running out of gas. The weather is going to be really nice this weekend as well. Perfect weather for biking... well, perfect for early March anyway.
I do really want to go down to Southern Utah this weekend though. Canyonlands National Park is calling me. I was there briefly last summer on my bike. Unfortunately I didn't fuel up before turning off to the park and had to cut my visit short for fear of running out of gas. The weather is going to be really nice this weekend as well. Perfect weather for biking... well, perfect for early March anyway.
Tuesday, March 08, 2005
Snow covered hoodoos
I stopped by Bryce Canyon National Park on the way down to Vegas this weekend and was treated to some spectacular scenery of red rock dusted with snow.
Monday, March 07, 2005
Blog back online
After several weeks of not being able to publish my blog to my web server, I am finally back online. I've spent the last couple of weeks in Blogger support limbo trying to figure out why I got this error message every time that I tried to publish my site:
005 Unable to connect to SFTP server: Auth fail
The only advice that I got from blogger support was to make sure that my web server supports SFTP. Now, I don't know a ton about SFTP but I was pretty sure that it's just FTP over an SSH connection. My web server most definitely supports SSH.
I finally found the answer here, in someone else's blog. Apparently blogger tries to "tunnel" the password plaintext over the SSH connection (actually this may be part of the SFTP specification and not something peculiar to Blogger). By default, my version of SSHD (the version included with SuSE 9.3 Beta 1) was configured to disallow that. All I had to do was set the option "PasswordAuthentication = yes" in /etc/ssh/sshd_config and restart the server.
It seems like this is something that should make it into the Blogger FAQ. Until then, I've written this post to give whoever else encounters this problem one more chance of getting information from a Google search.
005 Unable to connect to SFTP server: Auth fail
The only advice that I got from blogger support was to make sure that my web server supports SFTP. Now, I don't know a ton about SFTP but I was pretty sure that it's just FTP over an SSH connection. My web server most definitely supports SSH.
I finally found the answer here, in someone else's blog. Apparently blogger tries to "tunnel" the password plaintext over the SSH connection (actually this may be part of the SFTP specification and not something peculiar to Blogger). By default, my version of SSHD (the version included with SuSE 9.3 Beta 1) was configured to disallow that. All I had to do was set the option "PasswordAuthentication = yes" in /etc/ssh/sshd_config and restart the server.
It seems like this is something that should make it into the Blogger FAQ. Until then, I've written this post to give whoever else encounters this problem one more chance of getting information from a Google search.
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