I hiked the lower route on Mt. Elinor and spent the whole time inside a cloud. No sweeping vistas, no triumphant summit photo—just the sound of my boots and the white-out pressing in from every side. It was supposed to be a reward, but it felt more like a dare: would I keep walking if no one could see me do it? I kept thinking about all the times I’ve chased a view, convinced it would make the climb worth it. This time, there was nothing to chase. Just the quiet, and the fact that I didn’t turn back. Sometimes you walk through the fog and realize the point isn’t what you see at the top, but that you kept moving when it all disappeared. #Travel #HikingTruths #TravelWithoutFilters