Hi All,
The day started as so many do, with a clearing sky, good company, and under the watchful eyes of Junko, the heralded canine who escorted Lisa F, LisaS, Kim and Marsha on a 4.4 mile Greenbelt hike that evolved into a morning of panic and snappishness on my part.
Due to a hip injury, I wanted to hike in an area that was less climbing and loose rocks. Oh, the best laid plans….
We started at a different site and as we went along, I THOUGHT, I had memorized trail markings but only to be left totally lost and confused on the way back. Normally, that is not a problem but I had to be back on time for church as I was lector. Yes, we got lost. I left messages for pastor and fellow congregants, but no one called back. Google trails, Run Keeper and Find Your Car Apps all proved futile as we wandered in the wilderness, looking for a burning bush, a trail marker or Starbucks.
Regardless of the direction, the seldom-used game trails looked the same, as I began to be concerned about my obligations to my church this morning.
A bird flew over and we thought it was a vulture, serving as a harbinger of what was coming. But no, it was a green heron. Then we looked for squirrels as we started needing food. Then we all began plotting on who was the weakest link and would not be missed….
The mark of civilization appeared, electrical lines, and we followed that back to a well-known street, albeit far from our cars. So, we called Wrong-Way Carolyn to rescue us as I needed to be back for church obligations and Kim cannot do walking on the streets. Carolyn went the wrong way despite my beautiful explanation of location. Eventually, she located us on the street, weaving with fatigue. I hopped a ride, as did LisaF, but LisaS, Kim, who was a reason to call the Wrong-Way Carolyn, walked back. I hurried home, not even changing clothes and dashed to church with 107 seconds to spare. I wonder if Lisa S and Kim made it back….
Until next time….
Happy Trails, Marsha