Cheesy grin indeed. What I didn’t realize then was that in a couple of hundred yards I’d walk straight past the old forest road I take to get to my ‘Deep Hollow’ campsite. I obviously realized my hat was in need of some TLC. It’s looking a whole lot better now.
I’d overshot by several hundred yards when a glimpse of an old fire ring had me bushwhacking and getting out my GPS. That’s when I realized my blunder.
Now, a normal person in this predicament would either follow the GPS or at least get out their compass so they can check what direction they are heading off in. Not me. I blithely hiked back up the trail, missing my turning point yet again.
This time I got out the compass, turned around, and started looking for the tree and rock that marks the turn. Then it was just a matter of hiking along the forest road until I was on top of the ridge where I needed to turn west. Then, using the compass I headed off in the general direction of the campsite.
I’ve tried navigating using the GPS, but I prefer to use my compass. Especially when I’m bushwhacking. It’s a lot easier to take a bearing, pick a mark (a tree) fifty to one hundred yards or so away, walk to the tree, and then take another bearing. The trees are so thick that you can’t see much further than that.
I arrived at my campsite around five-thirty — just as the sun was going down. So I set up some lights (to make it easy to find my way back to my camp) and headed down to the nearby creek and spring to get water for the night.
Hike for the day done.
With my little accidental excursion up and down the trail, I’d hiked over seven miles in three-and-a-half hours. I’ll take that.
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