In 1958, having drifted to San Francisco and taken a job as a janitor, he decided it would be a good idea to hike the length of California—all the way from Mexico to Oregon along the spine of the Sierra Nevada—to figure out whether he should propose to his girlfriend.
Bro. If you have to spend months hiking the Sierras to decide if you should propose, you pretty obviously don't actually want to marry the girl
