Spring Was Loud. I Was Quiet.

The Columbia River Gorge in spring is supposed to be a riot of color—wildflowers exploding, waterfalls louder than your thoughts. I stood there, phone in hand, trying to make myself feel something. I wanted to be swept up, to match the energy of the place. Instead, I felt like a silent observer at someone else’s celebration. I took photos I never posted. I told myself I’d come back when I was ready to be part of it. But maybe that’s the trick: some places bloom whether you’re ready or not. Sometimes you’re just there, quietly, while the world turns up the volume. #TravelConfessions #NatureAndNumb #TravelTruths #Travel