I almost skipped Elora Gorge. The drive felt pointless—another Ontario spot, another set of hiking boots in the trunk. But I went anyway, mostly because I didn’t want to explain to anyone why I’d bailed. Standing at the edge, the river below was louder than I expected. The cliffs looked like something you’d find in a place that’s always on someone else’s feed. But no one else was around. I sat on a rock and realized I was tired of chasing places that were supposed to fix something in me. Elora didn’t change me. But for an hour, I let myself just be there. No photos, no posts. Just me, the cold air, and the sound of water that didn’t care if I was impressed. #Travel #TravelWithoutFilters #OntarioRealities