Many places the brush is so thick it may as well be triple canopy rainforest!
Even with a compass, from where did you come?
Maps? A point of reference, or two can be handy, but hard to come by.
Many years on rock and ice, my main climbing partner, had a gift for bushwhacking. Not many like him.
“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.”
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I didn’t know she didn’t have a compass. Whoa, that makes it a lot harder. I assumed she had a compass and since she knew she was N of the trail, just head south. She would have come upon the trail.
When one leaves a trail, it is best to take an azimuth of the new side trip. Then one merely has to take the back-azimuth to return to the starting point. Having a compass in the pack is a far cry from actually making use of it.