One reason I feel the way I do is that I have been the beneficiary of other's hospitality.

Four of us were doing a technical climb in southern Arizona (SE ridge of Baboquivari) and we were delayed and benighted, spending the time huddling around a small campfire. We dragged ourselves out the next morn to the ranch house in the canyon where we had parked our car. I knew the rancher from previous trips, but I was truly surprised when they insisted on feeding us breakfast before we drove off.

What a breakfast it was! Elk steak, hashed browns, eggs to order, and a lake of really fine, strong coffee. On later trips, they always had some refreshment for us, while we told them of the climb and conditions on the mountain. A few years later, they needed a new water tank, and a bunch of us came out and poured the basal slab for them. It turned into a real festival..