I hiked three miles through North Carolina mud, rain soaking through my jacket, just to see the skeleton of a plane no one talks about. The trail was empty. I kept thinking about the people who crashed here—how their trip ended in a place most people will never find. I thought the hike would feel adventurous, but mostly it was cold, wet, and quiet. The wreck was smaller than I expected. I took a photo, but it felt wrong to post it. Sometimes you go looking for something dramatic and end up just feeling the weight of someone else’s story. I left as quietly as I arrived, shoes squelching, not sure what I was supposed to take away. #Travel #TravelConfessions #HiddenPlaces