Fitz Roy Wasn't the Escape I Needed

I thought standing under Fitz Roy would feel like some kind of arrival. I’d seen the photos—jagged peaks, that impossible blue sky. But when I finally got there, boots muddy, lungs burning, all I could think about was how small I felt. Not in a poetic way. Just... small. Everyone around me was taking victory shots, but I kept staring at the clouds swallowing the summit. I wanted to feel awe, but mostly I felt tired. Maybe I’d pinned too much on this place. Maybe the mountain didn’t care if I’d come all this way. I took a photo I never posted. Sometimes the best views just remind you of everything you brought with you. #Travel #TravelConfessions #UnfilteredJourneys