I kept telling myself that hiking would clear my head. That the cold air and altitude would shake something loose. Isabelle Glacier Trail is stunning, but halfway up, I realized I wasn’t chasing views—I was just running from my own noise. The trail is rocky, the wind cuts through your jacket, and the silence is so complete it’s almost hostile. I kept moving because stopping meant admitting I didn’t know what I wanted from this trip. The photos I took look peaceful, but I remember the ache in my legs and the feeling that I’d brought all my confusion with me, mile after mile. Sometimes you climb a mountain and come back with the same questions you started with. That’s the part nobody posts. #Travel #HikingTruths #TravelConfessions