The reality here is this: People die on 8,000-meter mountains and it is irresponsible not to have a plan in place in the event that something goes wrong. I found myself packing all of my gear as though I was never going to return.
Imagine strapping a propane tank and a 40 pound duffle bag to your head by way of a burlap strap and hauling the weight up a hill at 8,000 feet above sea level. Could you do it? Now imagine you have an infant strapped to the front of your chest.