I woke up early, hoping the climb would clear something out of me. North Bend was wrapped in mist, the kind that soaks your jacket and makes every step feel like walking through a memory you can’t quite place. I thought reaching the top would feel like a win. Instead, I just stood there, wet and tired, staring into a wall of gray. No view, no revelation—just me, my breath, and the quiet realization that sometimes you do everything right and still get nothing but fog. It’s weirdly comforting, though. Not every summit gives you a sunrise. Sometimes you just have to stand there and let the clouds pass through you. #Travel #HikingTruths #TravelRealTalk