thrillathahunt
Silver Member
Have you ever gotten lost? Let's hear your story!
It's raining, and cold, so here is a story.
I was following a trail in the woods that was supposed to lead to an old abandoned log cabin. Loaded up with my backpack, detecting gear and water I walked. After an hour or so I came upon a split in the trail. I didn't know which trail went where I wanted to go so I just went with my instincts and took the one I thought was right. As I kept going the trail got smaller and smaller and finally ended up at a reeded marsh where it split AGAIN. By this time I was at least 3 to 4 miles from where I started and I did not know where I was going, so decided to go back.
As I got back to the original fork, everything looked different. I was tired, getting leg cramps, out of water and was disoriented. At this point I could not have cared less for finding that old log cabin...all I wanted was to get back to my truck! So off I went, unknowing at that moment that I had taken the "other" trail and not the one back to my truck. The trail started a steep decent, and it was then that I realized I was on the wrong trail! I was LOST!
My heart was racing now. It was getting dark and colder, my legs were cramping bad when through the thick wooded silence I heard the crackling sound of branches breaking further down trail! What is it I thought? A mountain lion? Bigfoot? I just stood there, my mind and heart both racing in fear!
Immediately I heard labored footsteps and a flash of light! At that moment appeared a shadowy figure in the twilight. "It's going to be pitch dark in a while. you'd best be makin' quick tracks if ya want to get back to the trailhead" "Yeah, lets get going! I'll follow you out!."
It WAS pitch dark when I finally made it back to the truck....thanks to a friendly local hiker.
It's raining, and cold, so here is a story.
I was following a trail in the woods that was supposed to lead to an old abandoned log cabin. Loaded up with my backpack, detecting gear and water I walked. After an hour or so I came upon a split in the trail. I didn't know which trail went where I wanted to go so I just went with my instincts and took the one I thought was right. As I kept going the trail got smaller and smaller and finally ended up at a reeded marsh where it split AGAIN. By this time I was at least 3 to 4 miles from where I started and I did not know where I was going, so decided to go back.
As I got back to the original fork, everything looked different. I was tired, getting leg cramps, out of water and was disoriented. At this point I could not have cared less for finding that old log cabin...all I wanted was to get back to my truck! So off I went, unknowing at that moment that I had taken the "other" trail and not the one back to my truck. The trail started a steep decent, and it was then that I realized I was on the wrong trail! I was LOST!
My heart was racing now. It was getting dark and colder, my legs were cramping bad when through the thick wooded silence I heard the crackling sound of branches breaking further down trail! What is it I thought? A mountain lion? Bigfoot? I just stood there, my mind and heart both racing in fear!
Immediately I heard labored footsteps and a flash of light! At that moment appeared a shadowy figure in the twilight. "It's going to be pitch dark in a while. you'd best be makin' quick tracks if ya want to get back to the trailhead" "Yeah, lets get going! I'll follow you out!."
It WAS pitch dark when I finally made it back to the truck....thanks to a friendly local hiker.
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