Funny about that. My version was from about 15 years ago, with a short jaunt up a small hill at about 12,000' carrying a Hy6 and no other provisions (no water, no coat, no food), as I was on vacation from my very preparation-conscious wife, and therefore basking in willful freedom. Everyone said the nearby climb to 14,000' was nothing strenuous, and as a simple soul, I believed them. Three or four hours later, I was adrift in a field of boulders, too tired to go on, watching the sun thinking of setting, and was perfectly happy enough to lie down and just give up for the night. Some joyous college-aged kids came bouncing along, spared a bit of water, and so perked up, I got going again, made it to the top. Then started down the long road down, arriving at night in 38º air, shaking to bits. All this was a good plan to not do anything that resembled intelligence or mature judgment. And at the end, not a single decent photo. Not doing that again, that's for sure.