I have mentioned that I never get lost in the thick woods at the end of my street -- but I do occasionally get mislaid.
Recently I followed what I felt was a pretty clear trail. It was created by an ATV many, many years ago. The damage done by the tire tracks remained, as two dented lines through the undergrowth. The path seemed pretty clear on the outbound trip, but when I turned to follow it back, it has disappeared.
I "thought" I was following it, until I found my way blocked by a tangle of fallen trees. I peered around. "Oh there it is", I thought, and forged off in that direction, until that path also petered out.
So Wednesday I returned to the woods with a fistful of "bread crumbs", in the form of bright pink ribbons.
As I walked along I'd tie small pieces to branches hanging over the trail. I made sure that standing by one hung ribbon, I could see the last ribbon.
Can you see the ribbon in the shot below ?
Don't worry about me. I always walk with a cell phone in my pocket and two good friends at my heels.
Life is good.