I thought hiking alone in Idaho’s Sawtooth Wilderness would be some kind of reset. The air was sharp, the lakes were mirror-still, and every photo I took looked like a screensaver. But none of it made the silence less heavy. I kept waiting for awe to hit me like a switch. Instead, I just felt small. Not in a poetic way—more like a reminder that the world moves on, whether I’m here or not. The trail didn’t care if I was tired, or if I missed someone, or if I felt out of place in my own skin. Sometimes, you travel far enough to realize you’re still carrying yourself. That’s the part nobody posts. #Travel #SoloTravelTruth #WildernessFeels