I’m not really sure when I came to the realization that I was lost, or “turned around” in the woods, as my father would call it.
I had set off to Seventh Lake mountain to check on a couple of traps that were set on an old stretch of logging road.
The woods had given up all its leaves and the wind had a cold bite to it.
I was pretty sure it was going to snow later that night.
I walked a pretty good ways before realizing that I was on a trail I had never been on before.
Though it was late in the day, I was curious as to where it would lead so I continued forward.
However, after a little bushwhacking I figured I was no longer on a trail so decided to turn around. Continue reading