Just a thought, that CMH arsehole may be your new best friend if you need a lift off a mountain in a hurry.
He's no different than that guy who idles his diesel in front of the hotel at 5am or rolls coal through a crosswalk etc.
In 2003 we were riding the mines and a guy from another group broke his leg. I burned down to the CMH lodge, explained the situation, pointed at the map on their wall and they had the fellow back at the lodge before my friends caught up to me there.
I think Olers new buddy was being a dick though.