Yesterday (a week day), I bagged a peak for the first time with my friend Neil the ChickenMan. Immediately upon my return, I went to a street party where none of the attendees were Baggers. My non-bagging friends could not understand what could possibly motivate someone to play hooky and go for a 6-hour run on an obscure trail. All this for bragging rights on a claim to have reached the peak of an obscure mountain peak and making it home alive in time for dinner.
Good question!