The first time I saw the sky bleed out behind Glacier’s peaks, I thought it would feel like something—like I’d finally made it, or at least like I’d found the kind of quiet people write about. Instead, I just felt the ache of how far I’d come, and how little that changed anything inside me. The cold crept in as the light faded, and I realized I was more afraid of the dark than I’d admit. There’s no signal out here, no one to text about how beautiful it is, or how lonely. I took a photo I never posted. I still look at it sometimes, wondering if anyone else would see what I felt: that sometimes, the most breathtaking places just make you feel the distance more. #Travel #SoloTravelTruth #WildernessNights