Sometimes you have one of those eye openers and you think differently about almost everything you plan for.

My eye opener was at age 17, getting snowed on and blasted with freezing winds all night in early August up in the Oregon Cascades. Basically I survived the experience because there was a log shelter to sleep in (since torn down) and someone who had stocked it with firewood and started a fire who let me and my buddies share his bounty. Ever after this night the word 'hypothermia' has meant something to me on a personal level.