Prompt: Stand still, the trees ahead and bush beside you are not lost. -Albert Einstein
We tied the pink bandana to the tree to mark our crossing at the stream and started the climb up the ridge. Without ever being able to pinpoint the exact location of our camp on the map (we had drifted from the trail and the trees were too dense to triangulate a position) we knew it was jeopardous to leave it to peak the hill but decided to climb anyway. A few paces up we looked back and saw our blue tents peaking through the trees and knew we would easily, easily, be able to make our way back to them. An hour or so later we arrived at tree line and decided to stop for a snack, after which we decided to return to camp as there was an ominous storm brewing in the distance, from which only our tents would be able to protect us. We began our descent and somewhere, somewhere, along the way took a wrong turn. We had tried our best to keep a picture of our route definite in our minds, but there were more aspen groves than we had remembered, more streams, more ridges. It was a losing battle, and we indeed found ourselves lost. In one place or another, just at the outskirts of one of the aspen groves and along one of the streams, and at the bottom of one of the ridges, our tents were awaiting our arrival. We were clearly, clearly, nowhere near that place. With the sunlight fading, that ominous storm threatening, and an understanding that we had traveled a bit too far (or was it not far enough) east (or was it west) than our camp, we decided that we could either wallow in our lostness (A.K.A sleep out in the wilderness with no sleeping bag, no tent, and not near enough clothing), or we could allow ourselves to be found by taking the easy way out back to civilization and to pizza. In all that had happened, we knew we were never really lost, we just had to leave behind the thing we were clinging to (in this case a couple tents and sleeping bags) and follow the trail out.
*The next day we WERE able to find our camp by as closely as possible matching our original hike into the valley. The trek became amusing when Marco looked down at the ground, saw a yellow flower, and confidently proclaimed that our camp was just a few yards away. No more than 20 steps brought us to the clearing we had been looking for all along. One note of advice: DO NOT eat tortillas that have been lost in the woods over a 24 hr. period. I don’t know why, but they tasted like feet smell.