Hmm.. ok, here's another. [spoiler] A few years ago I was at a summer camp that did trips into the Boundary Waters and other northern places, and my last trip was to go to Isle Royale in Lake Superior for 7 days hiking and whatnot. Most of the trip was pretty cool, we hardly saw anyone the whole trip, so it was pretty quiet. Most of the days while we were actually set up at a camp we passed time playing cards. The Isle actually has nice little open shelter things at the campsites, so it was a welcome change from having to set up a tent. I liked to pick berries that we used in our breakfast almost every day, so usually while we are on the trail resting, or at a camp, I liked to go see about any berries that migth be growing around. At a campsite around 3/4 of the way through the trip, I made a stupid. While looking for berries, I ended up following a trail that eventually, though gradually, wasn't a trail anymore. By the time I realized I wasn't on a trail anymore, I had already lost track of the direction I was headed. Since I didn't tell anyone where I was going, nobody would know where to look for me, so I started to get a little worried. In this worried state, I got a little more stupid and started wandering in the direction I thought the trail we came into the camp on was located. After a little trek, I still hadn't found the trail. At this point is when I tired to calm down and think. I kinda new the general direction from which I came, so I decided to head in that direction. It wasn't until I hit a few swampy areas that I really began to worry again, since I hadn't passed those before, but I stood my course. Eventually, though it was quite a long (or seemed long) trek, I started to hear and see Lake Superior. My happiness was somewhat shot when I saw where I was along the lakeshore though. I knew I was at the lake, but I had no solid evidence that told me which direction to go. I decided that I would head NE since it felt like I hadn't actually passed the camp yet. The only real problem was the shoreline wasn't much of a shoreline as it was a small cliff along the water. I tried horizontally crossing it for a while, until I decided it would just be easier to go into the lake and wade. I eventually made it to the end of a point, and I could see the beach the camp was at. Once I got back to the camp, I basically just sprawled out and fell asleep. [/spoiler]
Hmm.. ok, here's another. [spoiler] A few years ago I was at a summer camp that did trips into the Boundary Waters and other northern places, and my last trip was to go to Isle Royale in Lake Superior for 7 days hiking and whatnot. Most of the trip was pretty cool, we hardly saw anyone the whole trip, so it was pretty quiet. Most of the days while we were actually set up at a camp we passed time playing cards. The Isle actually has nice little open shelter things at the campsites, so it was a welcome change from having to set up a tent. I liked to pick berries that we used in our breakfast almost every day, so usually while we are on the trail resting, or at a camp, I liked to go see about any berries that migth be growing around. At a campsite around 3/4 of the way through the trip, I made a stupid. While looking for berries, I ended up following a trail that eventually, though gradually, wasn't a trail anymore. By the time I realized I wasn't on a trail anymore, I had already lost track of the direction I was headed. Since I didn't tell anyone where I was going, nobody would know where to look for me, so I started to get a little worried. In this worried state, I got a little more stupid and started wandering in the direction I thought the trail we came into the camp on was located. After a little trek, I still hadn't found the trail. At this point is when I tired to calm down and think. I kinda new the general direction from which I came, so I decided to head in that direction. It wasn't until I hit a few swampy areas that I really began to worry again, since I hadn't passed those before, but I stood my course. Eventually, though it was quite a long (or seemed long) trek, I started to hear and see Lake Superior. My happiness was somewhat shot when I saw where I was along the lakeshore though. I knew I was at the lake, but I had no solid evidence that told me which direction to go. I decided that I would head NE since it felt like I hadn't actually passed the camp yet. The only real problem was the shoreline wasn't much of a shoreline as it was a small cliff along the water. I tried horizontally crossing it for a while, until I decided it would just be easier to go into the lake and wade. I eventually made it to the end of a point, and I could see the beach the camp was at. Once I got back to the camp, I basically just sprawled out and fell asleep. [/spoiler] mewantcookie
That one I actually beleive though, atleast that could of happened
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