"shit, the summit is up, and the trail crosses the summit. We're freezing to death here, so lets go up and then down a different way."

Having been that guy, I'm totally cool with it. "My car is probably a mile up that road and the world is probably eight miles down, but its already freezing, I'm wearing shorts, I've already fallen in rivers up to my head twice, down it is."

Thing of it is? Goofuses such as myself who set out in a Honda Civic station wagon and find the world ready to eat them are what S&R is for. It's easy for the world to surprise you when every bit of advertising and common knowledge is that the world has no surprises locally.

It's the rich mutherfuckers with their daring-do that drive me up the goddamn wall. Yeah, fine. Be an adventurer. Yeah, fine. Blow $100k summiting Everest for the umpteenth time. But don't for a minute try and convince me that you're noble, that you're doing something for humanity, that you're capturing the spirit of esprit or some shit. You're a selfish ass. Period.