So I'm racing home from a photo shoot hoping to squeeze a quick up-down walk/run on one of the nearby mountains (RT is only around 2.5-3 miles). I figured I'd have daylight, but tossed the SureFire into the Camelbak just in case. I actually try timing myself on this route and make it to the top in record time. Take a quick survey of the waning sunset across the valley and back down I go. Not 10 minutes down, these two teenage girls ask if I know where I'm going. They're lost. So I'm letting them follow me down (and going at about 25% speed because of it). Now it's really dark, and I get out the SF. Man, what a life saver it was! I get them in front of me ~10-15 yards and keep the path highlighted perfectly. It's about that time I realize (from their appearance and conversation) that they're lesbians. Great. My adolescent dreams come true. Lost teen lesbians on a mountain telling me over and over that they love me for saving them. But then it gets better. We're about halfway down and now it's really dark. We start hearing a guy shouting for help. WTH? How can you need help on a mile-long trail, I wonder. It seemed that he had taken a wrong turn and ended up in a mini-valley that terminates in scrub brush. It's easy enough to do during the day, and naturally this genius didn't bring a flashlight. We shine the L2 Lumamax down to where the voice is calling from - I spot him maybe 100 yards away and get him towards us. I'm in the back of the line using the SF on full blast, highlighting the three nitwits in front of me as we single file it down the trail on this mountain. On a slow day, downhill takes me no more than 25 minutes and ended up taking nearly 2 hours, but I saved 3 people + their families a ton of anxiety and $$$ by not having to have them call the fire department to send up the helo. Not a bad night, overall. Don't forget your flashlight! This was the first time I brought it out of the house in ages.