Deathfat makes it up a hill I went hiking in the mountains yesterday and about 1 mile down one of the trails is a waterfall that you can get to by a handicap accessible access ramp. The ramp comes up from a parking lot and is a flat, raised, boardwalk that goes .2 miles down to the waterfall. I like to jog the smoother parts of trail when I go hiking because it's more fun. I just jogged down the first mile and get to the access ramp. There is a bus there that looks like a tour bus for a nursing home. Some deathfat in a wheelchair is in the middle of the parking lot with his back to the access ramp groaning about something. I ignore him and jog down the access ramp to the waterfall, take a rest and drink some water and snap a few pictures. When I'm done I jog back down the access ramp and right as I get to the end the deathfat is rolling slower than a snails pace up the access ramp just at the entrance. He bellows "THANK YOU JESUS LORD I MADE IT UP THAT HILL." My first thought was "what hill?" Then I realized that this whole time he has been trying to get up the parking lot "hill" to the access ramp. I jogged almost half a mile(.2 miles both ways) and hung out at the end of the ramp for a bit and he STILL hadn't made it more than 15 feet. This is the hill you can kind of see where the ramp starts, it is behind the guardrail. Where I am standing is where he was when I first went up the ramp.