Getting Lost

My wife likes to tell people that you could put a bag over my head and ship me to a far-off land and within minutes tell you exactly where I am. I take pride in knowing where I am. I’ve been to Paige Meadows no less than 1000 times in all seasons and until yesterday, I thought all weather. I proceeded to ski out to the meadows yesterday morning despite the winter storm warnings and as usual Scout was following my lead as I broke trail. I watched the storm come over Alpine and hit me with a fury that Ive not felt in a long time if ever. In a matter of minutes my tracks were covered, and visibility came down to less than 100ft. Despite the opportunity of a great photo, I decided to head back. Only to find I was completely disoriented. Did I cross the second Meadow, or did I circle back into the first? As I stood there on my skis with my thumb up my ass, I think Scout got the hint and ran ahead of me to a snowmobile trail, stopped, looked at me, then barked at me. I figured it was as good a guess as any I had at the time, so I followed. Only to find Scout wasn’t guessing and lead me through a maze of snowmobile trail straight to my car. Some who wander really are lost, and extra treats for Scouty Boy.

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