I had kind of a rough time today. I went to a lake I have never been to and I did not find that trail but that was okay because I had an outlet stream to follow, so no worries there. But after I had been at the lake for awhile I reached for my GPS(r) and it was not there in my pack pocket. I knew I had lost it while brush crashing and following my exact route out of there was not going to be easy. I went back to the brush and searched and searched for it for about an hour and then gave up and walked around the lake then went back to the outlet and had tea. I could see the trail out and I really wanted to follow it but I decided to once again try to replicate my brush crashing route to get out of there in hopes of finding my GPS(r) I followed my mental landmarks to know where I had been. My landmarks were mushrooms.. I lost my landmarks but then on about my 5th try I saw a conk that I recognized so I knew I was back on my original route. Then 15 feet from the conk I saw something that told me I was on the same route without a doubt. It was a piece of orange duct tape, the tape was attached to a lanyard and the lanyard was attached to my GPS(r) . I kissed it more passionately then I have probably ever kissed a lover. I was so happy to have my GPS back (Ive never lost it before) with my GPS back I went back to the lake and followed the trail out.
Posted on: Tue, 18 Nov 2014 00:12:40 +0000
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