I could get down. I could. I could beat myself up. Lost. Again. I suck. Et cetera.

But here's the thing: I don't much care at this point. I went up to New Hampshire to solo something easy. I am 100% confident I could have climbed Horseshoe Gully in 3 hours or less, round-trip. The conditions were fabulous. What I ended up doing, stupid as it was, was two or three times the effort. So that's something. Or another. It's more bang for the buck, being an all-freaking-day affair.

So you see, I didn't so much "waste a weekend," as I "pioneered a new route," on an eventful "adventure climb."

Like that.