Steve Fossett was not always successful.

It all started when he was a Boy Scout and he went on a fifty-mile hike.

He didn’t think he could do it.

He thought he was going to die and he cried and cried and cried.

I don’t know if he really cried but I know he said it was hard.

But he told himself, keep going. Keep going. One more day. One more footstep.

And by the end of the week, blisters and swollen toes and mosquito bites and sunburn later, he was at the top of a mountain.

“Never give up,” he says in his memoir. Never give up. Even if it’s just a fifty miler with a bunch of Boy Scouts.

Or a missing sister who you promised you’d never let down.

Never give up, said the best adventurer in the world.