You see, the problem with these trips is that a bunch of normal family men descend (ascend) upon the mountain trails with little or no personal identity in order to achieve something... something better-- to "go to the mountain top" for recollection and purpose. To find something of themselves, that would normally stay hidden within.
Case in point, Thrasher, the smartest man in the world, at command central below. Very focused doing what he thinks is his life purpose. A window to both worlds, one to his left, a world filled with cars and cement wonderland, and another window, the one directly in front of him, cyberworld, filled with newsgroups and loose knit commentary.
Return from a trip like this and see what happens? Go to Colorado/get a makeover. Are those hushpuppies?