Jet Lag, Dirt Trails, and No Reset Button

I landed in Seattle running on three hours of sleep and the kind of adrenaline that makes you think you’re invincible. Instead of checking into my hotel, I drove straight to Rattlesnake Ledge. The trail was muddy, my shoes were wrong, and every step felt like I was chasing some version of myself I thought I’d find at the top. The view was perfect, but I wasn’t. I stood there, sweaty and alone, pretending the ache in my legs was some kind of transformation. It wasn’t. Sometimes you fly across the country and realize you brought all your old feelings with you. The mountain doesn’t care if you’re tired or lost. It just waits. #TravelExhaustion #SoloJourney #NoResetButton #Travel