"What difference could it possibly make if crossed back and forth over this same mountain until doomsday? A mountain was a mountain, time was time, and route selection was route selection. The only thing that mattered was speed and ground made good. My destination was determined by time; the physical position of that ultimate destination was only incidental to my reason for being here. The frustration and mental torture i had been suffering were completely of my own making- and completely within my power to disregard." -words to tour by.