SO, some people are wanting to hear the story... *ahem*.
After tumbling off the log and in some ways shaking up my noggin, it started to dawn on me that this could develop into a difficult situation. As we continued trudging along the ridge, my mind started wandering to various ways of survival.
I kept kicking myself for not bringing my iPhone; there really wasn't service at camp so forgetting all the other amazing gadgets (such as a GPS and Compass)... While technically I should be fine in the woods, I'm a "master guide" but somehow all the lessons and various Honors requirements vanished from my memory... Being a Pathfinder Master guide doesn't mean anything if I cant remember how to get home, or in the very least make it though the next few hours. And so I debated.
Anna was chill with following my scatter brained leads, first this ridge, then that. We crisscrossed the area looking for something familiar. My mind hiked through the libraries of random information - yet was unable to open anything worthwhile.
"God" I prayed,silently "please help us find something, pretty much anything."
We were getting tired and thirsty. The fall had injured my hip, and outside contact was slow at best. On some of the ridges we could get one or two bars of service with Anna's stone age phone. So we started texting Joel back at camp, first stating that we were lost, then outlining a time when he could start to worry. I thought that maybe if he could tell me where camp was in relation to the sun, I could make a compass of sorts and get us back, interesting theory but not very helpful.
Over a creek, through some brush, but no grandparents house in sight, until down in the trough of some random ridges we spied a cabin.
(to be continued...)
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