Not since I bet on the 1969 Cubs had I made such a monstrous error in judgment.  Agreeing to try and climb a Fourteener with a wacko Australian, in zero degree temperatures, after 12-18 inches of fresh snow during the night, and a blizzard above the tree line.  Hitting the wall after five hours (not including the two hours pushing the car through the snow before starting), both water bottles frozen, numb feet, nauseous - Gavin (what kind of a name is that anyhow) leaves me for dead and goes on with his bloody nose Army Ranger buddy.  Guess I should be thankful they didn't eat me for dinner.
 

   Stuck three times getting to the trail head - yep, a Honda              At the tree line - an hour before the storm moved in.
 

Getting down the mountain was only half the problem - my wallet and phone were locked in the Honda, so.... after hitch-hiking to town I pleaded with the local bar waitress to open up a tab for me.
 

                        Waitress who saved my life.                                                  The guy who tried to kill me.