I had an awful moment coming down from hiking a desert mountain just as the sun was rising. I saw someone way below me steadily coming my way on the switchbacks, but at some point when we got close enough that I could tell they were femme-presenting, they must have caught a glimpse of my dishevelled hair and snotty nose wrapped in a baggy hoodie hood and turned tail. May have also been obvious that I was on a pile of acid and couldn't hold a normal resting facial expression, or didn't wave a friendly hello or something to ward off the weirdness.