I Wasn’t Ready for the Moose

I thought I was hiking for the view, or maybe for the silence. Hidden Falls was supposed to be a checklist stop—another photo, another story to text home. But then a moose appeared, crossing the river like it owned the place. I froze. Not out of fear, but because for once, the world wasn’t about me. I didn’t take a picture. I just watched, trying to memorize the way the water broke around its legs, the way the forest went quiet. Sometimes you travel to feel big. Sometimes you need to feel small. I left the trail with nothing to show for it, except the reminder that not every moment is yours to capture. #TravelConfessions #GrandTetonTruth #NatureUnfiltered #Travel