The Hike Was Supposed to Clear My Head

I thought hiking through the wild would untangle something inside me. Goat Lake was the goal—a blue-green mirror at the end of a trail that chewed up my legs and left my lungs raw. I kept telling myself the view would be worth it, that maybe I’d feel lighter, or at least different, at the top. But standing there, sweat drying on my skin, I just felt empty. The lake was perfect. I wasn’t. Sometimes the wilderness doesn’t heal you. Sometimes it just hands you your own silence and waits to see what you’ll do with it. #Travel #TravelConfessions #HikingTruths