It always fascinates me how hiking and spelunking guides never slip or lose their balance, no matter the footwear or weather. Most of them would be clad in almost-tattered rubber slippers, or Crocs-type of footwear, willingly carrying 50-60 liter bags and still making it look like a walk in a (flat) park while the rest of you struggle and stumble. With every step they are certain, having been there so many times before, memorizing each rock, soil, slip and slide, knowing not to make the same mistake again. I wonder how many hours of practice they’ve had, if they’ve already clocked in their full 10,000 hours into mastery. They were born to be the masters of the mountains, their mistresses.