String Theory

 

 

The small wooden sign at the edge of the parking lot had an arrow pointing straight ahead and it said trail, 300 feet.  Before unloading my pack and supplies, I wanted to see what condition the trail was in.  Was it all flat and dry, were there tree roots going across it, rocks?  If I didn’t need to carry everything with me, I’d sooner leave it behind.  300 feet in and 300 feet back wasn’t much of a commitment in order to find out, so I left everything in the car and headed into the woods to investigate.

It was such a pleasant walk that I had not realized I had been walking for quite some time.  So far there were no other signs pointing the way to the trail, unless I just missed it.  I'd go just a little more and if I didn't come to the trail or at least another sign, I'd turn back.

By now you're probably thinking I'm one of those morons who gets himself lost in the woods.  Not so Kemosabe.  You see, what I didn't tell you is that right as I left my car, I tied a string on the door handle, and as I have been walking, I have been unwinding this ball of string.  All I need to do to find my car again is to follow the string backwards.  Not so much of an acorn now, am I?