The good news is that the drainage we were in headed towards the road to get out. The bad news, the trail we were suppose to be on, the super secret, totally awesome discovery, will for the time being remain super secret, because we were not on it. The plan was simple, a long outing in the Sierras, get in some good miles, find the new trial, have it be simple, get home, be done. Right up to the "find new trail" part things were going as well as they could, miles, Sierra's, simple, and then...lost. "Lost" may be too big a word to use here, the good news about canyons is that they spit out, this one, the one without the trail, would take us back somewhere near the car. So what happens when you are walking through the woods, sans trail, feeling lost but not worried? You run the risk of really enjoying yourself and being fascinated with our surroundings! For eons, this is how people traveled, not by 6 lane highways, or even country roads, but by dead reckoning, finding ones way, and finding out all that there was along the way. It felt good to be off the path, felt good to be finding the way, felt better when the the way was found, but the journey was worth it. So when the question was asked, "how was the run" the reply simple stated that we went old school and found our way home.
