We were in Colorado Bend State Park in Bend, Texas. It was a mid-day hike, about five miles in, and I said to my mom, “I don’t think we’re going in the right direction.”
She was not surprised. I’m her child who ended up in Memphis on my way to Chicago from Murray, Kentucky. This is also not the first trail I’ve gotten us lost on.
We consulted my trail map and my Google Tracks. They confirmed my suspicion.
“Let’s ask these people,” I said, pointing to a family group approaching us on the gravel road.
I walked up to the woman. “Do you know where you’re going?”
She replied positively with a slight sneer as if to insinuate that I should also know where I’m going.
Well, I don’t, lady. Not all of us are so lucky.
They were no help, but they pointed to a pick-up truck that had passed them and was now backing up to us. “Maybe he can help.”
I asked him a lot of questions.