Swamp Quiet Hits Different at Chicot

There’s a moment in Chicot State Park when the cypress knees poke out of the water and you realize the silence isn’t empty—it’s heavy. I thought I’d come here for a break from noise, but the quiet made me itch. I watched a heron pick its way through the fog, and for a second, I wanted to be anywhere else. Not because it wasn’t beautiful, but because I couldn’t distract myself. No cell service, no crowds, just me and the slow drip of water off the dock. I kept waiting for some big feeling. Instead, I just sat there, weirdly relieved that nothing happened. Sometimes, the real reset is admitting you’re not looking for one. #Travel #TravelConfessions #NatureUnfiltered