tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457197122979303725.post8751963522659610387..comments2024-02-21T10:43:09.749-05:00Comments on The Disabled Hiker: The Disabled Hiker, eps 5, Lost in the Woods, pt-1, GETTING LOSTThe Disabled Hikerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18410097835896221927noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457197122979303725.post-12047306656900242032018-01-17T12:07:48.119-05:002018-01-17T12:07:48.119-05:00Wow! You had quite the adventure indeed. And yes, ...Wow! You had quite the adventure indeed. And yes, it doesn't take a lot of miles to get you lost. Once, my brother in-law and I went out at dusk to hang our bear-bag and didn't`think we needed a flashlight. We hadn't gotten half way to where we hung the rope when a thick, pee soup fog rolled in. Not only did we have trouble finding the rope, but by the time we found it it was dark to boot. Mind you we are only about 500 yards away from camp. But no lantern was lit at camp... and when we turned around to head back, we just looked at each other and ... Well. There were a few explitives exchanged. :) We used a low grade form of echo location to get back to camp though. I took a stick and as I walked in as strait a line as possible knocked on the trees I passed while my brother in-law would answer back with a knock on a tree he stayed stationary at. It took a few tries each in a different direction, but once I found the camp I simply knocked on a tree to guide my brother in-law in. <br />We were lost for a little under 2 hours. And yes... within earshot of our camp. But hey, each time it happens you get better at getting out of it. <br />Thanks so much for reading, watching and commenting on my blog Muddog. <br />Be well.<br />TerryThe Disabled Hikerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18410097835896221927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457197122979303725.post-32592321182719218652018-01-15T19:38:24.364-05:002018-01-15T19:38:24.364-05:00Back in the Boy Scouts, a simple two mile hike to ...Back in the Boy Scouts, a simple two mile hike to the parking lot became a situation. We fell off the trail. After hiking down a runoff, I asked my replacement if he knew where he was. Nope. So there I was with 20 scouts, two mentally challenged and another who needed his insulin (in Dad's car.) Picking a heading that would lead to a horse we couldn't miss, we did direct orienteering. Placing a guy on our heading and then forming up on him. Four hours later we came upon the road where very anxious parents were waiting. Maddoghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01140266747394510071noreply@blogger.com