I’ve always loved hiking, especially alone. There’s something about the solitude of the forest, the quiet rustle of leaves, and the crunch of twigs underfoot that makes me feel at peace. So, when I decided to take a solo trip into the mountains for a weekend, it wasn’t exactly out of character for me. It was early fall, and the weather was perfect—cool, crisp air, with the scent of pine and earth hanging in the breeze.