There were a few brief moments yesterday afternoon when I wondered if today’s blog post would get written or if I’d spend the night huddled in a dark, frozen, and snowy forest. Three hours earlier, we loaded our Subaru with snowshoeing equipment and drove up to the base of our local mountain. My wife and I embarked on a trail that we thought was a quick 2-mile loop.
Three miles later we realized we didn’t recognize our surroundings when the trail disappeared into a blanket of freshly fallen snow. We panicked a little because we knew we had about 45 minutes of sunlight left and at least three miles of deep snow to trudge through in unfamiliar forest if we turned back.
Luckily we found a posted trail map and learned that we were on the verge of starting an 8-mile loop and turning around gave us our best shot of getting out of the forest before nightfall.
Obviously we made it home to the comfort of my laptop and a warm fire, but not before the thoughts of, “We could actually get lost out here,” started echoing through my head.