There is a tourist staying at the hotel who is fun to watch going either uphill or downhill. He is so fat that he never goes straight up or down. He meanders, always looking for the path of minimum resistance. Whenever I have a chance to check his crooked path, I can see at once that he never errs. The hill is his. The fat man is a pro. A champion, as a matter of fact. The path of minimum resistance is his by birth.