The Hike Didn’t Clear My Head

Seven days. Sixty miles. Isle Royale was supposed to be a reset—a place where the only thing louder than my thoughts would be the wind over the lake. But on the sea plane back, staring at the island shrinking behind me, I realized I’d carried everything with me: the worry, the second-guessing, the ache in my knees and somewhere deeper. I thought I’d come back lighter. Instead, I came back honest. Sometimes the trail just gives you more time to listen to yourself, and not all of it is pretty. The photo from the plane is beautiful. I still haven’t posted it. #SoloHikingTruth #PostTripReality #TravelConfessions #Travel