|Sheep obstrucing footbridge|
About an hour out of Knighton, I called Dr. George and Lady Ann from the middle of a pasture. They had just returned to England from Utah, via Toronto. I’m looking forward to seeing them when I get to northern England in another 3 weeks.
Because I was not hiking on a national trail, the signage is not very good, and once again my superb route-finding abilities were called into play. You’ll be happy to know that I got lost – really lost – only once all day. Well, twice if you count the little ten-minute detour, but I’m not counting it because I was on a parallel track in a thick forest.
But the time I got really lost was on the top of a hill, also in a thick forest. I wasn’t even near the track I should have been on. So, after figuring out where I was, I fought back the tears and the urge to call 999 (the British emergency number), and sat down and said to myself, “How in the hell do you figure you’re gonna get yourself out of this fix?” Despite the predicament, I felt a sudden surge of relief when I remembered Janet wasn’t with me.
Working with the map in one hand, the GPS in another and my hiking sticks in another, I devised a route that would get me back to where I should be. It was only a 2 mile detour. I was still happy Janet wasn’t with me – she really hates it when I get us lost, and she would not have been a happy companion today, even though the weather was fine.
|When I was on route -- trail passes through front yard|
© 2011 Ken Klug