Horseshoe Bend isn’t a hard hike. It’s a dusty, sun-baked stroll with crowds and camera flashes. But halfway there, sweat stinging my eyes, I realized I was counting every step. Not because it was tough—because I was tired in a way that had nothing to do with the trail. I’d come for the view, but all I could think about was how much effort it took to keep moving, to keep pretending this was the adventure I wanted. Sometimes the easy hikes are the hardest, because there’s nowhere to hide from yourself. You reach the edge, and the view is perfect. You take the photo. You wonder if you’ll ever post it. #Travel #TravelFatigue #NoFilterFeelings