My grandma let me try coffee when I was maybe six... it was basically a cup of milk with a coffee spoon in it. Now I'm a fully grown adult who still can't handle the real stuff without a ton of cream.

Why not try a shorter coastal hike, like Point Reyes, where we found bail-out options eased nerves?

Grandpas often share good advice, yet rushing isn't always bad. Like if a pipe bursts at home, you need to move quick to shut off the water before things get worse. Or in sports, a fast reaction can win the game. But for delicate jobs like painting a room, haste makes waste. So it's about knowing when speed helps and when it hurts. Context matters more than a one size fits all rule.