“Step again, old man.  Breathe.”.  That's what my head kept telling me to do. So I did.  Thousands of times.  The hypnotic voice talked me up to 14,255 feet where the air is thin (compared to San Antonio) and the view is...indescribable.  It was like being in an airplane, except that it was cold and windy and you had plenty of legroom (but without the desire to move your legs any more).