Blackett’s Ridge is the kind of trail that looks easy on a map and feels like a dare in real life. I started out thinking I’d get some fresh air, maybe clear my head. Instead, I ended up halfway up the ridge, sweat stinging my eyes, wondering why I keep doing this to myself. The views are supposed to be the reward, but honestly, it’s the ache in my legs and the quiet that hits hardest. There’s no signal up there—just you, the rocks, and the sun that doesn’t care if you make it or not. I never take photos at the top. I just sit, breathing hard, thinking about all the things I can’t outrun. Sometimes, the only way to feel real is to push yourself somewhere you don’t belong. #Travel #SoloHikingTruth #DesertConfessions