Three days into the Brooks Range, the hut felt smaller than my studio apartment back home. No WiFi to scroll away the thoughts. No Spotify to drown out the silence. I'd hiked 12 miles carrying everything I needed, convinced the wilderness would reset something broken in me. Instead, I sat on a wooden bench, eating instant noodles, realizing I'd carried every anxiety, every doubt, every reason I wanted to disappear right into this remote cabin. The aurora came out that night—green curtains across an endless sky. I watched through the single window, finally understanding why people say you can't run from yourself. Turns out, the most remote place on earth is still wherever you are. #Travel #SoloTravelTruth #WildernessReality