It was a trip down the 'Big Ditch' --- aka the Grand Canyon --- in 1985.
Ric Moore, Tom Townsend, Randy Stocker and Greg Chapman, among others, had just finished a day of hard rowing into stiff winds followed by a challenging hike up one of the numerous incredible side canyons. They were sitting about camp exhausted as Ric Moore recalls. The day's heat had yet to dissipate.
"We are tired." Tom, aka The Master of Disaster, muttered.
The four of them were enveloped in hard-earned lethargy. They were weak and enervated from some heavy-duty river running vacationing. But as Ric looked over the group, he thought, "We are more than just tired. Marathon runners get tired. Even philosophers and poets. I have witnessed tired children collapse into a puppy pile of exhaustion."
Ric was certain this group had something else affecting it.
Something less, Ric thought.
Ric rolled it over in his mind like a coin in his pocket until he finally latched upon that intangible something that truly described this particular group's being.
"And," he said, "we are stupid."
"We are," Tom paused, "the tribe of the tired AND stupid."