The Coldest Night I Chose to Stay

I woke up in Bryce Canyon with my sleeping bag frozen stiff and my breath hanging in the air. Last night, the temperature dropped into single digits. I barely slept. Every time I shifted, the cold found a new way in. But when I unzipped the tent, the world was silent and sharp—snow dusted every hoodoo, the kind of scene you only see on postcards or in someone else’s story. I stood there, shivering, teeth chattering, and realized: comfort is easy to chase, but this—this discomfort—is what I’ll remember. Not the sunrise, not the photos, but the ache in my bones and the way the cold made everything honest. #SoloTravelTruth #WorthTheDiscomfort #TravelRaw #Travel