One of the times I’ve laughed the hardest was on this trip, where I had taken several first-timers with me.

The map showed this trail as a “shortcut” to where I was wanting to be for the night, but it instead turned into an unglodly-long zig zag down a mountain.

Into the second hour, with the bottom of the mountain still not in sight, I overheard my buddy mutter to himself, in complete exasperation, “What sort of total masochist designed this trail??”

I think the reason it was so funny is because all of us were suffering and in complete agony, having the same sorts of thoughts. He just spoke what we were all already feeling.