True story: when my grandad was 50 his friend invited him to go hiking. He had never been hiking in his life but decided "what the hell" and agreed. The hike was very difficult and dangerous with deep snow and narrow paths next to cliffs, and it lasted several days, and the whole time Grandad kept thinking "why the hell do people go hiking? This isn't fun!" At some point they got lost and the hike became even more dangerous with them needing to improvise abseiling gear from their packs to make it down several cliff faces. Eventually they made it to a small town. After a confusing conversation with a local they realised they were on the wrong side of the south island - they had unintentionally crossed the southern alps, something that should only be attempted by experienced mountaineers armed with ice axes and proper abseiling equipment, and has resulted in many deaths. They hired a pilot to fly them back over the alps to the town where they'd left their car, and they drove home. Grandad has never been hiking since.