A Hike Gone Wrong part 2

We panted and struggled to make it just over the top of the ridge, fully expecting the welcome scene of a small lake and some quaint cabins to reward us for our effort.
Finally we made it to the top, only to see... nothing but "nature".
I hummed and hawed a bit, this was when I should have swallowed my ambitions and just back tracked back to camp, atlas my pride got the better of me.
"It must be this way!' I rallied as I pointed to another ridge. Surely continuing on our harebrained idea was better than turning back now.
So we continued along the top of the ridge, weaving in between the trees, talking merrily about all sorts of things.
We cross over to the second ridge, Nothing.
Now I know I'm stumped and I knew Anna knew that as well. We consider various options - the logical ideal being to return on our path and head back, the more adventurous (Yet stupid) being to continue on.
So I picked a new ridge in a direction I thought was correct and away we went.
Now then we started this journey expecting to play in the creeks etc, so we dressed appropriately in flip flops and shorts -not the correct attire for mountain climbing. Also I loathe spiders, snakes and scorpions (the terrible S's.) and there happened to be a plenty full amount of the first S in this  Georgia Forest.
So lets do some simple math :
Essentially bare feet + copious amounts of spiders living in the fallen leaves = A very wary Katie.
I was watching the leaves and other matter under my feet almost more than the woods around me. (not a good idea). And so I devised a brilliant idea, by going from log to log I could avoid the creepy crawly creatures!
"Ah Ha!" I thought triumphantly to myself as I scouted, planned and executed my escape from the leaves and their creepy tenants.  However I forgot one important detail, logs are slick, and going too fast on them is not an advisable
"AHHHHH!!!" I yelled a lost my footing and tumbled backwards. Gymnastic auto-pilot kicks in as I wrench my body into a more perpendicular position, as to prevent further sliding. However the fear of  falling down the mountain was not on the top of my list as I hit that forest floor. No, instead terrors of spiders filled me and I hurried to get back into a standing position in record time.
Anna hardly had time to whip around before I was back up standing, how be it unsteadily, on my own two feet.
"Try not to step on the logs, they are slick" She cautioned as we trudged onward... So much for my grand idea.

(To be continued)