When you get the itch, you can't help it. You pack your bag, sling it over your shoulder and go. And you walk and walk and walk, until you get to that spot you imagined would be so great. When you get there, it's not as great as you thought it would be. You shrug, and you break out the tripod and your gear. You start taking pictures. And picture after picture, they don't look so great either. You shrug again, and you grab your gear and move ahead. You walk further, and further, but wherever you plant your tripod, it's just not as great as you imagined it would be.
In the end, you pack up all your gear and start walking back. Suddenly you realize you far you have actually come and it's a chore to get all the way back from where you started. The pack is heavy, and it takes all your willpower not to hurl the tripod into the lake, and the SD card after it.
At home, you salvage what you can. You blend and brush and lighten and darken and if nothing else helps, you convert to greyscale. You swear to yourself that you are never going to waste your time to go out there again, and you lock your pack in the close.
But when you get the itch, you can't help it. You pack your bag, sling it over your shoulder, and go.