 The gun was broken, obviously, just hanging by the gun strap, the two pieces of my gun, and I was soaking wet. So I had to make a decision. Do you stop right there, you know, open up my backpack, freezing cold, wet, and try and get a fire lit in snowy, ugly conditions, or keep going knowing that there's got to be a cabin at the end of that trail? And the mountain's only so high. The cabin has to be somewhere before the top. So I decided to keep going, and I...