I’ll always choose the mountains over the beach. For me, it all comes down to the journey. I love working toward a rewarding destination. There’s something about earning a stunning view that makes it feel richer and more memorable. If I didn’t put in the effort, I’m not sure I’d appreciate it in the same way.
It’s a funny mindset to have while on vacation, which is probably why we often need a “vacation from our vacation” just to recover, sleep in, and catch up on laundry before returning to real life.
I understand the appeal of the beach, but I struggle to relax when I know there are trails to wander and new places to explore. Sure, there are activities at the beach, and I do enjoy wave runners (as long as the driver isn’t trying to toss me into the water… looking at you, brothers). I don’t mind riding in a boat either, but I’ve never managed to stand up on a jet ski, and the unknown in deep water unnerves me. I’d much rather stay where I can see everything around me, and preferably on a forested path surrounded by wildlife, greenery, and the sound of waterfalls.
And then there’s the sand. No matter how hard you try, you’ll find it everywhere for weeks! Your shoes, your car, every corner of your life… After a long hike I’m definitely dirty, but at least the mess stays mostly contained.
In the end, the mountains feel like home: challenging, refreshing, and full of discoveries that make every step worth it.
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