So, I climbed all the way up and down 14,015-ft Mt. Wetterhorn, through treacherous Class 3 terrain, and the worst injury I received was when I returned to the trailhead, found a flat tire, and stabbed myself in the knee with a metal tool while trying to yank out a lug nut. I completely failed to appreciate the irony. Less painful, but more persistent, were the ants that chewed my legs as I straddled an anthill while cranking up the jack. I had chosen the wrong place to get a flat tire, and the situation was only going to get crazier from here.