The Hike Wasn’t About the View

I dragged myself up to the Loch in the Rockies, legs burning, lungs tight. I told myself it was for the scenery, for the photos, for the story I’d tell. But when I got there, it wasn’t the lake or the mountains that stuck with me. It was a chipmunk—tiny, unbothered, pausing just long enough to look me in the eye before darting off. I realized I’d spent the whole hike waiting for a moment that would feel worth it. Turns out, it wasn’t the summit or the view. It was the quiet, unexpected company—something small reminding me I was really there. #TravelConfessions #HikingTruths #SmallMomentsBigImpact #Travel