Sunrise Didn’t Change Me at 22,841 Feet

Everyone talks about the summit like it’s a finish line. But at 5AM, halfway up Aconcagua, all I could think about was how cold my hands were and how little the sunrise cared about my effort. The sky went pink and gold, and I was still just me—hungry, tired, a little scared. Nobody tells you how loud your thoughts get at altitude, or how the world doesn’t hand out revelations just because you’re standing on a mountain. I took a photo I never posted. I looked strong in it, but mostly I was just relieved the sun was up. Sometimes, the view is just a view. And that’s enough. #Travel #SoloTravelTruth #UnfilteredJourneys