Peak bagging is a strange pastime.  Getting up at gawdawful hours of the morning, driving all over the state to spend all day walking up and down steep slopes until your toenails turn black all because a mountain appears on some arbitrary list.  Is a 13,000-foot mountain less worthy of climbing than a 14,000-foot mountain?  No.  But the 14,000-foot mountain is on a list.  Actually, the 13,000-foot mountain is on a list too, a different list.  But one list at a time.