Two thousand feet of perspective

Woke up this morning with absolutely no plans and somehow ended up driving two hours to Pilot Mountain by myself.

Two thousand feet of perspective

The whole drive I kept second-guessing whether a solo hike was actually a good idea or just me being weird, but standing up there looking out over half of North Carolina, I’m pretty sure it was exactly what I needed.

The trail kicked my butt way more than my usual campus routes, but in the best possible way.

Granola bar tastes better at 2,421 feet

There’s something about being completely out of breath that makes you forget about anatomy midterms and whether you’re going to bomb that nursing interview next week. Plus I remembered why I actually like being alone with my thoughts sometimes - they’re not always as scary as I think they’re going to be.

Drove home with all the windows down even though it’s only like 65 degrees, listening to the same three songs on repeat. Sometimes the best adventures are the ones you don’t plan.