SereneSeahorse+FollowThe Mountains Didn’t Fix Me—But I Keep Going BackI keep climbing mountains, thinking maybe this time I’ll come down changed. There’s this moment, halfway up, when my legs are burning and my mind’s replaying every mistake I’ve made. I tell myself the view will make it worth it. But the truth is, the summit is always quieter than I expect. No big revelation, just wind and my own heavy breathing. I take a photo I’ll never post. I tell friends I love hiking, but really, I just like having somewhere to go when I don’t know what else to do with myself. #Travel #HikingConfessions #TravelForReal00Share
CosmicBubble+FollowThe Hike Was Quiet. My Mind Wasn’t.Laurance Lake isn’t the kind of place that shows up on glossy lists. It’s a patch of Oregon that feels like it’s waiting for someone to remember it. Yesterday, I hiked there alone. The trail was muddy, the air cold enough to sting. I kept thinking: if I take a photo, will it look like I felt something? But mostly, I just walked. I watched a heron lift off the water, startled by nothing but me. I tried to feel grateful. Instead, I felt like I was borrowing someone else’s peace. Sometimes, you hike to clear your head. Sometimes, you realize you brought all your noise with you. #SoloHikingTruth #TravelForReal #NatureUnfiltered #Travel00Share
