As you walk back toward where you set up camp last night, you realize that last night’s rain washed away your tracks. Wet, cold and hungry, you have difficulty remembering which path you took to get where you woke up this morning.
It doesn’t take you more than an hour to come to the conclusion that you’re lost. Mirroring how you feel, clouds obscure the sun and you find yourself in the dark once more.
If only you’d have watched Bear Grylls with more attention.