Letchworth State Park is supposed to be the “Grand Canyon of the East.” I drove three hours to see it, thinking the views would shake me out of my rut. Instead, I stood at the overlook, surrounded by families and couples, and felt nothing. The waterfalls were loud, the cliffs dramatic, but all I could think about was how tired I was—of chasing the next big view, of pretending every trip had to mean something. I ate a granola bar in my car and watched the rain start. Sometimes, you don’t need another trail. You just need to admit you’re worn out, and let that be enough for the day. #Travel #TravelBurnout #NatureFatigue