I stood on Patterson Mountain, Oregon, and the ground was a living quilt—Redwood Sorrel everywhere, soft and bright under the trees. I took a photo, but it looked fake, like I’d found some filter in real life. I wanted to share it, but the truth is: standing there, I felt like an intruder. The quiet was so thick it pressed on my chest. I thought hiking would make me feel connected, but mostly I just felt small, and a little bit out of place—like the forest was letting me visit, but not belong. Maybe that’s what awe really is: realizing you’re not the main character, not even close. #Travel #TravelConfessions #NatureSolitude