There’s a photo on my phone: boots caked in mud, a sky that can’t decide if it’s blue or bruised. I never posted it. I went to the White Mountains looking for something—peace, maybe, or at least a break from the noise. What I found was the kind of quiet that makes you hear everything you’ve been ignoring. My legs ached, my phone lost signal, and every mile stripped away another excuse. I thought I’d come back with stories about views. Instead, I came back knowing how much I’d been hiding from myself. Turns out, the hardest part of hiking isn’t the climb. It’s sitting with what you find at the top. #Travel #TravelConfessions #HikingTruths