Not stuupid anymore, we're desperate! Once on top, we scout for a place to spend the night. We are dressed for a day hike and are comfortable as long as we keep exerting and generating heat. But windbreakers and hiking pants aren’t meant for sleeping at 8,000’. The guys have a fire starter kit with a magnesium block and flint, but with the altitude and dampness of the kindling… I remember my 'nine dollar and 49 cent' Harbor Freight knife in my pack. It has a 10” blade and a survival kit in the handle. Inside is a compass, needle & thread, and a fishhook & line. And six matches. At this point, fatigue has overcome the old guy and my companions are doing all the fire starter work. After an hour of meticulous gathering, setup and numerous attempts at ignition, they finally give up. The kindling is just too damp. In my exhaustion, I have effort for one observation. “Guys, there is still one match left. Maybe all of your attempts have dried the kindling enough for it to light?” We have fire all night! Numerous times they thank me and attribute the fire success to me. I gotta find some Zen friends when I get home. We know Warren slept. We hear him snore for 15 minutes. But mostly we all shiver and wait for sunrise. Its interesting the comfort that one will find in misery. I put a hand near the fire till its hot, then press it on a cold place of my body and feel the warmth for a few moments in one little area… so nice! I was thankful because I always wanted to be in such an adventurous survival situation. I was glad to be with two companions with the capacity to enjoy every moment. Sunrise comes. We still have to find our way out. Even if we do find the pass, its still several miles to the Chateau and then 6.5 more to trails end. But then I remember my bandana. I had purchased a bandana at the ranger station a few days prior. Its printed with a map of the park. Could it be better than the map we've been using? I was wearing it the whole time. With little hope but much anticipation, we unfold it on a rock. Upon it we read the designations or Edwards Mountain and Coumeau Pass. And the number of Stuupid Guys? We be three. Thanks Warren and Anthony.