Well Willis, Bill, and I were doing a Sunset tour to the west coast in a rickety car running on vegetable oil. Inevitably, the car broke down several times in the desert. We landed in arizona and were replacing some fluids and this homeless native american came and talked with us. The first thing he said was "are y'all skyclimbers?" The second thing he told me was that he just got out of jail and was going to kill me. I told him he wasn't and he offered to show us around those mountains out there. He knew them very well. I never did find out what skyclimbers are, but I think his assumption was right.