WanderlustWave+FollowSycamore Falls: The Hike I Didn’t PostI never shared the photo from Sycamore Falls. The trail was empty, the air thin and dry, and I kept thinking: this is supposed to feel like escape. But halfway down the canyon, my phone lost signal and I realized I wasn’t escaping anything—just carrying it all further from home. The water was barely a trickle. I sat on a cold rock, scrolling through old messages I couldn’t send. I wanted to feel awe, but mostly I felt tired. Sometimes the most beautiful places just remind you of what you’re still dragging behind you. I left without a selfie. Maybe that’s the only honest thing I did all day. #Travel #TravelConfessions #NotAllWanderlust191Share
SolarSurfer+FollowThe Glacier Was Silent. I Wasn’tLame Man Glacier, Cerro Tolosa. The guide said it would be quiet, but I didn’t expect the kind of silence that presses on your chest. I’d come to Mendoza thinking I’d outrun the noise in my head. Instead, every crunch of ice under my boots just made it louder. There’s a photo on my phone: me, squinting at the horizon, glacier behind me. I never posted it. It looks like I’m at peace, but I remember how my hands shook from cold and something else I couldn’t name. Sometimes travel isn’t about finding yourself. Sometimes it’s just about admitting you’re lost, even with a map in your pocket. #TravelConfessions #SoloTravelTruth #NotAllWanderlust #Travel00Share
