You know you're addicted when you sit outside, wearing shorts and sunglasses, a beer in your hand, hamburger on the BBQ, wife and friends chatting about...whatever... and they stop to look at you as you glaze up a mountain side and ask "what do you see? A deer?" and you reply "No no, but there's a perfect line up past that stone, make a left through the trees and you'd be at the top..."
They looked at me like I'm a freak talking about sledding in June, turned around and mumbled something about being "clinical"...I just got back to dreaming