I Wanted Awe. I Got Blisters and Silence.

Coyote Gulch looks like something out of a screensaver, but nobody talks about the sand grinding in your shoes, or the way your own breath echoes off the canyon walls when you’re the last one awake. I thought I’d feel small in a good way—humbled, inspired. Instead, it was just me, my sore feet, and the quiet that felt heavier than my pack. There’s no cell service out there. No way to check if anyone noticed I was gone. I kept waiting for the view to fix something inside me. It didn’t. But for a few hours, I stopped pretending it could. #HikingTruths #UtahUnfiltered #TravelConfessions #Travel