Lessons on Getting Lost
Updated: Nov 12, 2018
I took my mother in law, my 12 year old son and my 13 year old niece on a 2-mile hike. Five miles later, grandma was almost falling over when we got back to the parking lot.
I’ve done about 100 hikes in the past 5 years in the St Louis area. That covers almost every trail in the region. So it’s been a while since I’ve hiked a new-to-me trail. That’s what I’m telling myself about how the four of us managed to get lost. Of course, being the professional hiker of the group, I get the blame if something goes wrong. We went to an open space about 20 minutes from the house in western Pennsylvania we were staying at for our family reunion of 27 people. I printed out a map and between us we had three smart phones and a compass.
We set out from the parking lot onto a dirt trail through a gorgeous pine forest. Not having spent much time in Pennsylvania, I hadn’t known what to expect, and the pines really wowed me. They’re taller than our native Missouri pines and blanketed parts of the trail with a thick carpet of soft needles. During the first mile of our hike signs were clear and frequent. We were on the Lookout Trail and according to the map that would loop back to the Jones Mill Run Trail. But the signs became infrequent after an hour or so and we remembered a fork that seemed to make sense at the time but we now doubted. The map was less than helpful. We used the map and compass to get us to a point we thought would lead us to the right trail—a fire tower on, appropriately, Fire Tower Road.
But we got to the fire tower and found that it was a dead end. As we scouted around for the trail, my niece noticed a road with the occasional car driving on it; it was in sight but down a steep hill and the only trail was the space that had been logged for power lines. We picked our way down that hill and got to a road that would clearly take us back to our car.
Fortunately we made it back to the car and still had food and water in our packs. But things could have gone from ok to very bad in a hurry. Here are a few things I would have done differently:
Find a better map. The map I printed out was not detailed enough to be helpful. I’m still not sure how we ended up where we did when I look at this map.
Bring the charged backup battery. My cell phone ran out of batteries and so did my mother-in-laws. I own a battery that will keep my phone running for hours. My son’s smart phone is not top of the line but it still helped with orientation and with notifying family that we were safe but would not be back when we said we would. Having my phone charged would have been just an extra level of helpful.
Bring the 10 essentials. No, really. This was an afternoon hike. Granted, we got back to the van an hour late but still three hours before sunset. Still, why didn’t I have even one headlamp or flashlight in my backpack? Why did I leave my rain jacket back at the house? (It did spit rain for a few minutes toward the end.) What about a space blanket or sweatshirt? If someone had fallen on that steep power line right-of-way, we could have been there for a while and an injured person could have experienced shock. They’re called the 10 Essentials for a reason.