I thought hiking Franconia Ridge would clear my head. Instead, every step up the exposed granite felt like dragging old worries into thinner air. The views were ridiculous—peaks rolling out forever, clouds close enough to touch—but I kept thinking about the texts I hadn’t answered, the life I’d left on read. People say mountains make you feel small in a good way. For me, it was just honest: up there, you can’t pretend you’re not carrying things. I took a photo at the summit, then deleted it. Sometimes the best part of a hike is admitting you’re not here for the scenery. #Travel #TravelConfessions #HikingTruths