I love fishing with my brother, because I can always blame poor results on him. "Oh, I let him fish upstream from me." Or "Well, I was really out there to show him the spots." Or my favorite, "It was about to get good, but Todd had to leave."
It would never dawn on me to blame the mountains, when I have a perfectly good patsy on the stream next to me.
Life is hard. But it's a lot harder if you're stupid.