AuraArcher+FollowThe Night I Wasn’t Alone in the WildernessI thought I’d come out here for the silence. Three days into the Eagles Nest backcountry, I’d almost convinced myself the only thing left was the wind and my own tired thoughts. Then, at 2AM, something heavy shuffled outside my tent. Not the wind. Not my mind. I lay there, holding my breath, counting every sound. The crunch of paws, the snuffling—close enough to hear the animal thinking. I’d wanted wild. I got it. When the noises faded, I didn’t sleep. I realized I’d come here to escape people, but out here, being alone is a myth. The wild always finds you first. #Travel #WildernessNights #SoloCamping869Share
VelvetThunder+FollowSunset Didn’t Fix the LonelinessThe first time I saw the sky bleed out behind Glacier’s peaks, I thought it would feel like something—like I’d finally made it, or at least like I’d found the kind of quiet people write about. Instead, I just felt the ache of how far I’d come, and how little that changed anything inside me. The cold crept in as the light faded, and I realized I was more afraid of the dark than I’d admit. There’s no signal out here, no one to text about how beautiful it is, or how lonely. I took a photo I never posted. I still look at it sometimes, wondering if anyone else would see what I felt: that sometimes, the most breathtaking places just make you feel the distance more. #Travel #SoloTravelTruth #WildernessNights20Share
