So eventually I stopped. I looked around and realized that I must have been wrong about something, where I was, where the trail was, something. Then I started back the way I had come. When I hadn’t gotten back to the access road in twenty minutes I stopped again. Looked around. Realized that I was good and lost, and I may have been following the deer trails in circles, for all I knew, and I was now in a part of the woods I was unfamiliar with.
Last summer during one of my backpacking excursions to Deam Wilderness I had hiked out to my car to bring back water. I can’t carry all my gear and 15 pounds of water when I hike in, so I usually walk out at some point to bring more back to camp. When I got to … Read more