Shelburne-Moriah or not

 I hike pretty often in New Hampshire - and as I live in southern Maine, this makes for a lot of driving. 

On occasion I’ll make a call to return without a summit or, more rarely, without even setting foot outside of my vehicle. 

Today’s one of those days. 

The weather is dismal and it’s colder than I found online - my hopes for clouds dispersing or sun forcing a change have been sufficiency quashed - weather app gave me optimism but the practicality is grim.

I courted pushing it - it’s 10.7 by way of AllTrials with 3.3^ AND monorail is likely nonexistent except for sheltered areas over 4K … so maybe some mud and definitely a lot of water, doable but prolly not a ton of fun.

So the meta was and is: what’s the purpose? 

Ultimately it will fall under the all-encompassing umbrella of “self-care” and the myriad vectors that gets to embrace - but did I want to check another notch for the summit club? Give myself permission to have some feels over 11 rough miles in the alone? Dopamine or serotonin reward in a transactional relationship with my neuroreceptors? 

I couldn’t tuck it into any specific box beyond routine underscored by verbalized intention - and I guess my integrity isn’t so shallow as to feel shame over not hiking in the rain. 

So. Next week it should be, weather permitting…

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