The Other Side of Lost

Take a right at the end of the long dirt road and just keep going. Pass by the lone pine tree struck by lightning in the storm of July 4th some 25 years ago. Stay with the deer trail until you reach the creek that meanders through the hardy meadows. Walk upstream to where it forks, and take the eastern branch. Watch for cows when you reach Farmer Henry’s. You’ll know it by the foreboding signs. Keep your eyes and ears open and your head low. The black bull will kill you if it can.

Hop the fence where it sags down by the creek. Keep an eye out for water moccasins when crossing the rotting footbridge. Swim in the eddy below the rock dam if you like, but be careful with the rope swing. You can drink the water, but probably shouldn’t. At least filter it first.

The creek wanders for another three miles until it reaches the big lazy river. Take your time and try to catch a sunset in the big field with the yellow grasshoppers and the honeysuckle. Listen for whippoorwills at dusk. Setup a tent by the water or stretch a hammock to avoid the dew. Start a fire if you get frightened or need the company. Remeber that the sounds of the night can’t hurt you.

In the morning be sure and start with a cup of bad coffee and a cigarette. Even if you don’t smoke, just keep some on hand. The tobacco will guide you and tell you all you need to know. But just to be safe, carry a compass in your pack.

You will also want a good, sharp knife and some waterproof matches and a lighter. A small first aid kit will do. Bobby pins can save your day, and a sewing kit will save your ass. A small journal helps relieve stress and can build morale at times when all hope is lost.

But remember: you are never lost. Remember that and repeat it often. Disappearing means stepping away from that which holds you. Getting lost is just getting found in reverse. They are the same thing. Say your prayers with each and every step. Let the spirit guide you.