Back on the trail

Uh-oh. This doesn’t look like the trail, I thought as we climbed awkwardly past heavy green bushes and swatted away branches. Where is the next trail marker?

For this trail, the markers were bright blue lines painted on trees, and I’d been following them for the entire hike. But now I was all mixed up. 

I looked behind me at my group. They were talking and laughing, holding on to the straps of their backpacks or swinging water bottles. They had no idea we were lost.

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