One of my friends was depressed a few years ago, so I visited him and we went hiking twice. On the second day we were on a small mountain top. It was hot, sunny, dry, and windy, a little less than a mile away from our car. We had been drinking beers and ended up smoking ganja. Suddenly we all realized we didn’t have any water on us. We had to walk back all the way, while on rough terrain cross-faded and dehydrated.
