Lost in the woods ~ Autumn's adventures in the wilderness
Two weeks ago at about this same time of night(9:15pm) the dirty blond and I were just getting out of the woods. Now, we didn't quite come out where we thought we would that's for sure! And this is how it happened...
It sounds suspiciously like an opportunity to have some sexy time, but alas...we had nearly two hours until I was scheduled to pick up my eldest son and no where private enough to fool around. We actually get together for walks often while I'm waiting for the boys to be through with their Monday night activities. We parked the car by a gate that led to a four-wheeler trail in a large wooded area near his house and started walking. I was wearing my new pair of Nike sneakers, comfy leggings and my winter coat. Ready for action, but still looking sexy of course. ;) The trails were fairly wide and a bit muddy with soft mossy edges. There were small mounds of snow around but nothing to trudge through really. It was rather nice to have the little piles of snow around to clean the mud from my shiny new sneakers, truth be told. We walked for nearly an hour from trail to trail and suddenly found ourselves out of directions with set paths. Hmmm...I know it sounds odd. Logically, we just go back the way we came, however, that did not work.
We tried to backtrack but realized about twenty minutes later that we were, in fact, LOST in the woods. I mean REALLY! Now, in many ways, I am a very girlie girl but I do enjoy hiking and am not afraid of being in the woods. This was helpful given the circumstance. Understand that I did start to panic...not so much because we were lost, but because I was supposed to be picking up my child very soon and couldn't get back to my car. I had to make a very embarrassing phone call to my ex husband's house to ask either he or his wife to pick up my son until I could get from their place when I got out of the woods. *sighs ~ that's never a fun call to make* Worked out well and I had a giggle with the ex's wife on the phone. She said she would pick him up and I could come get him once I'm back to the car.
DB was feeling just horrible. I think he may have been waiting for me to lose my cool but I didn't. I understood we got lost together and was definitely NOT playing any sort of blame game even in my mind. We were quickly losing light and I just wanted to get the fuck out already! We abandoned the trails entirely, did some serious back woods hiking and followed the faint light of the houses we couldn't see yet. We were climbing over piles of fallen trees, stomping through snow, using logs as balance beams to cross over water...the effin works! I snagged the back of my leggings on a tree branch and fell onto a log and bent my right fingers back at a crazy angle all at the same time. Ouch...kept on going. DB reached out to help me up but I needed a moment to compose myself. He looked so sweet, just wanting to help and be sure I was ok. I assured him I was not angry, just in a little pain but ready to keep going. A few moments later, we came to a little slope. I stepped on a bit of grass?moss?...I dunno, but my feet went right into some seriously icy water then. I spent the final forty minutes of our adventure with frozen feet, rips in my pants and a little hurt pride, but we made it out. Now, as soon as we got out of the woods and onto a quiet little side street, DB and I realized that we had gone the full length of the wooded area and into another subdivision, several kilometers from where we needed to be. We did not come out AT ALL where we thought we would. I know there was a moment when one of those news broadcasts about people missing in the woods flashed before my eyes, and I thought 'oh no! not me, I'm getting out of here'. Not now, right now. It's a good thing we didn't get eaten by coyotes!
I picked up my son and we arrived home close to 10:00pm that night. I was tired from my rather vigorous hike and dying to get out of my wet shoes and assess the damages to my legs. Oh my...what a mess! That branch I snagged left an eight inch scrape, my knee was bloody, and I had a number of minor abrasions. Crazy. Just plain crazy. I considered taking pictures of my bruised up legs a couple of days later but decided perhaps I didn't feel like remembering through picture. Once I got my son off to bed and had a hot shower, I called Sunshine to tell her all about it and of course, she laughed her ass off. Can't blame her.
It sounds suspiciously like an opportunity to have some sexy time, but alas...we had nearly two hours until I was scheduled to pick up my eldest son and no where private enough to fool around. We actually get together for walks often while I'm waiting for the boys to be through with their Monday night activities. We parked the car by a gate that led to a four-wheeler trail in a large wooded area near his house and started walking. I was wearing my new pair of Nike sneakers, comfy leggings and my winter coat. Ready for action, but still looking sexy of course. ;) The trails were fairly wide and a bit muddy with soft mossy edges. There were small mounds of snow around but nothing to trudge through really. It was rather nice to have the little piles of snow around to clean the mud from my shiny new sneakers, truth be told. We walked for nearly an hour from trail to trail and suddenly found ourselves out of directions with set paths. Hmmm...I know it sounds odd. Logically, we just go back the way we came, however, that did not work.
We tried to backtrack but realized about twenty minutes later that we were, in fact, LOST in the woods. I mean REALLY! Now, in many ways, I am a very girlie girl but I do enjoy hiking and am not afraid of being in the woods. This was helpful given the circumstance. Understand that I did start to panic...not so much because we were lost, but because I was supposed to be picking up my child very soon and couldn't get back to my car. I had to make a very embarrassing phone call to my ex husband's house to ask either he or his wife to pick up my son until I could get from their place when I got out of the woods. *sighs ~ that's never a fun call to make* Worked out well and I had a giggle with the ex's wife on the phone. She said she would pick him up and I could come get him once I'm back to the car.
DB was feeling just horrible. I think he may have been waiting for me to lose my cool but I didn't. I understood we got lost together and was definitely NOT playing any sort of blame game even in my mind. We were quickly losing light and I just wanted to get the fuck out already! We abandoned the trails entirely, did some serious back woods hiking and followed the faint light of the houses we couldn't see yet. We were climbing over piles of fallen trees, stomping through snow, using logs as balance beams to cross over water...the effin works! I snagged the back of my leggings on a tree branch and fell onto a log and bent my right fingers back at a crazy angle all at the same time. Ouch...kept on going. DB reached out to help me up but I needed a moment to compose myself. He looked so sweet, just wanting to help and be sure I was ok. I assured him I was not angry, just in a little pain but ready to keep going. A few moments later, we came to a little slope. I stepped on a bit of grass?moss?...I dunno, but my feet went right into some seriously icy water then. I spent the final forty minutes of our adventure with frozen feet, rips in my pants and a little hurt pride, but we made it out. Now, as soon as we got out of the woods and onto a quiet little side street, DB and I realized that we had gone the full length of the wooded area and into another subdivision, several kilometers from where we needed to be. We did not come out AT ALL where we thought we would. I know there was a moment when one of those news broadcasts about people missing in the woods flashed before my eyes, and I thought 'oh no! not me, I'm getting out of here'. Not now, right now. It's a good thing we didn't get eaten by coyotes!
I picked up my son and we arrived home close to 10:00pm that night. I was tired from my rather vigorous hike and dying to get out of my wet shoes and assess the damages to my legs. Oh my...what a mess! That branch I snagged left an eight inch scrape, my knee was bloody, and I had a number of minor abrasions. Crazy. Just plain crazy. I considered taking pictures of my bruised up legs a couple of days later but decided perhaps I didn't feel like remembering through picture. Once I got my son off to bed and had a hot shower, I called Sunshine to tell her all about it and of course, she laughed her ass off. Can't blame her.
3 peeps showing me loves:
Glad you did finally make it out.
I have the worst sense of direction so getting lost is easy.
Pride can be fixed along with the sore legs and knee.
Some kind of adventure, only bruises, that is not so bad. Could have been worse.
Hugs,
Frenchy
Sorry that you had some mishaps, but you can call those "keepers"...as in you won't forget them.
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