“Jarle! Get your ass back here! Brandon is trying to explain quantum tunnelling to us again”. The gruff voice of Drill Sergeant Shaw enters my ears like a bad reminder of can happen when alcohol, 80-year-old men and a funeral get together and muse about their lives. My dearest wife died a few weeks ago, and in their absolute brilliance, they decided that what I needed to get me out of my funk was a good hike in the Rocky Mountains. At the tender age of 82.