We’ve never gotten lost before.
The Mountain Man has a keen sense of direction in the woods, the carefully-honed ability to remember small changes in the trails and get us back to exactly where we started. I rarely pay close attention, because the Mountain Man has us covered.
I have a good sense of direction in the “now we need to turn left” capacity, but unless there’s something significant on or near the trail, I remain in the peaceful oblivious state of walking through nature. It started out easy enough, a muddy access road.
We decided to keep going. We’d get to the bottom as long as we kept heading downhill. And once we were at the bottom, we could get to the car as long as we followed opposite the traffic on the road behind the trailhead.
The Mountain Man had gotten tired of shoulder rides, and the Pie had gotten tired of being in back, so we packed her into the front and the Mountain Man carried the pack to even out the weight.
Finally we made it back down to the main trail. We had a ways to walk, but it was OK. We came across a little waterfall that we would have missed if we’d made our way back on the same trail we started on.
We laughed on the way home about how it was our first time getting lost in the woods. In 6 years, I had never doubted the Mountain Man’s sense of direction on the trails.
Then he decided he wanted to drive home through the little town instead of on the freeway.
And we got lost again.
Don’t worry though, we didn’t ask for directions. We just meandered our way onto seemingly bigger roads until we hit freeway.
We got home and the Pie showed us her moves on the motorcycle. She checked her mirrors and she’s ready to hit the trails.
Hopefully she didn’t get her sense of direction from either one of us.