You curse the city.
You ask yourself why I did I get to know this place so well that I would easily in a heartbeat at the drop of a hat depart and never pass thru again if I didn't have to.
.....Cause you have to.
Cause you chose.
And after two miserable hours you look right and see this:
and it all makes enough sense. Glory is a powerful thing.
Mountains. Climbing. 50 miles.