This morning I went, I thought somewhere new,
hunting a waterfall, gifting a view,
but when I arrived and opened the door
I knew I’d already been there before.
How could I have forgotten such a place?
What spot in my mind needed it erased?
Or was it because in the years before,
my mind had lost some power to record?
One of my favorite hiking developments in recent months is finding more buddies to explore the White Mountains with.
One of the inevitabilities I’ve found when it comes to hiking is that no matter how experienced you are, or how good you get at it, you will eventually have a hiccup and take a wrong turn again.
I figured I’d take advantage of my grounded vessel to reflect on some of my most recent climbs. Chocorua seemed like a good place to start.