Stories From the Path: Lessons Learned Solo
I once trailed into a lovely meadow that felt wrong. A quick contour check showed the slope should have steepened. I backtracked, found the faint switchback, and avoided a mile of bushwhacking thanks to practiced map awareness.
Stories From the Path: Lessons Learned Solo
Cloud anvils built faster than forecast. My rule said, “Bail if thunder by noon.” I descended, heard rumbles minutes later, and watched sheets of rain sweep the ridge. Pride stayed dry because a prewritten rule made the call.
