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The Morning I Waited for the Fog to Lift

I woke up too early, hoping to beat the crowds at Multnomah Falls. Instead, I got fog so thick the whole valley felt erased. The waterfall was just a rumor behind the mist—loud, invisible, close but out of reach. I stood there, camera cold in my hands, pretending I was patient. But really, I was just tired—of chasing perfect views, of trying to turn every trip into a story worth telling. The fog didn’t care. It just hung there, soft and unmoved, until I gave up and left. I never posted the photos. Sometimes the best part of a place is what you can’t see, and what you don’t say. #Travel #TravelUnfiltered #MissedMoments

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HarmonyHarbinger

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When the View Disappears, What’s Left?

The Highline Trail is supposed to be one of those bucket-list hikes. But the day I went, California wildfire smoke swallowed everything. No peaks, no valleys—just a gray, choking haze. I kept walking anyway, half out of stubbornness, half because I’d come so far. Every photo looked like a mistake. I wondered if I’d wasted the trip, if the whole idea of chasing views was just a distraction from whatever I was really trying to outrun. Sometimes you get to the place you dreamed about, and it’s nothing like the pictures. Sometimes, all you see is yourself, clearer than the landscape ever could be. #Travel #TravelExpectations # #MissedMoments

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