There’s a point on Cedar Mesa where the canyon opens up and the road just drops away. Friday morning, I stood there—no signal, no sound but wind scraping rock. I thought I’d feel awe. Instead, it was just me and the kind of silence that makes you notice how loud your own head is. People say these places are healing. Maybe. But sometimes, all the space does is echo back the stuff you tried to leave behind. I took a photo, didn’t post it. Not every view fixes you. Some just remind you what you’re carrying. #Travel #TravelConfessions #UtahUnfiltered