Darwin awardees, for sure.
It is March, and a group of eight of us are cross country skiing in Yosemite National Park. We had skied from Yosemite Valley up to Tuolumne Meadows, took a layover day, and then we were skiing back toward the Valley. We were mostly following the unplowed highway for navigation, but we took some detours and sidetrips. As we approached Tenaya Lake from the east, we noticed postholes (foot tracks knee deep in the snow). Hmmm. Looks painful.
The tracks were going our way, so we just followed them for some miles. They headed toward a restroom building by Tenaya Lake. We followed and saw the tracks descending the 8-foot snow bank into the restroom. So, we took off our skis to investigate. The locked restroom door had been forced open, and there were two 18-year-old "boys" laying on the floor, semi-conscious. We tried to help them a bit with drinking water, and once they were fully conscious, we asked them what they were doing there.
They were obviously walking across the Sierra Nevada Range in winter, sans snowshoes or skis. They left the town of Lee Vining on the east side headed for Yosemite Valley, and their total food supply was two boxes per boy of some grape-flavored breakfast cereal. No stove. One awful tent. Two awful sleeping bags, wet. Geez!
We cooked them some soup, and once that was in them, the life started to pour back into their cheeks. They shouldered their awful backpacks and trudged out into the snow again. We passed them shortly and they waved to us. They were going to have to spend about one more night out in the snow before they made it to Yosemite Valley.
We were positive about their courage, but negative about their stupidity.