The Hike Was Quiet. My Head Wasn’t.

Ricketts Glen is the kind of place people post about when they want to look like they’ve figured something out. Waterfalls, moss, the whole forest-therapy package. I went because I thought a long walk would clear my head. Instead, every step up those slippery rocks just made the noise in my brain louder. I kept waiting for the view to fix me. It didn’t. The air was damp, my shoes were soaked, and I kept thinking about texts I hadn’t answered. I took a photo at the top, then deleted it. The trees didn’t care if I made it to the end. Maybe that’s the point. #Travel #TravelWithoutFilters #HikingTruths