Stage Two: Excitement as you set off on your tramp. After all, how hard could it be?
Stage Five: The I-Want-To-Die stage. Your legs are shaking, your throat is burning, your heart pumping so hard you know it can't take much more, and, frankly, you don't care whether you live or die, you just want it to stop. This is also the stage where you want to inflict serious bodily harm on the next person who says that the view will be worth it or that you're almost at the top (especially when 'almost' means three hours or thereabouts).
Stage Seven: Relief. This occurs when you finally see your destination and stumble painfully out of the bush and collapse beside your vehicle, gasping "Water" through parched and dry lips.
Stage Eight: Recovery. Congratulations if you've made it this far. All that is left to do now is find your way home, have a nice long soak in a hot bath, allow your limbs a day or three to recover and vow never to do a tramp again ... until forgetfulness sets in and the madness begins all over again.