One time years ago, I was scrambling up a steep hill on a hike, holding a gatorade bottle. The climb got more and more treacherous, up crumbly volcanic rocks. E

One time years ago, I was scrambling up a steep hill on a hike, holding a gatorade bottle. The climb got more and more treacherous, up crumbly volcanic rocks. Eventually I was climbing with my hands, and then got to a point where I really needed both hands, for my own safety. It took a major mental effort to chuck that bottle, and I still feel guilt about it to this day, many years later.