When I made plans to lunch with a friend in an unfamiliar town, I had to look at a map to get my bearings and noticed a forest preserve nearby. Always up for an adventure, I decided to take a little walk after meeting my friend and made sure to bring my waterproof hiking boots.
I drove into the ice-laced parking lot and watched a burly male hiker enter the trailhead. After lacing up my boots, donning a winter headband, wrapping a scarf around my neck, and putting on knit gloves, I was ready to begin. I tromped through the snow to a sign depicting a large blue lake, expecting to see trail map, but it was merely a bit of history. The trail probably follows the lake, I thought.
At first it did, curving around the snow-covered expanse of the lake’s frozen surface. But then the trail split away and I wasn’t sure if I should forge my own path, keeping the lake in view, or follow the fresh footprints of the man I had seen taking the same route. Surely he was circling the lake, too. Following him made sense, since the lake’s edge might be pocked with holes hidden by the snow.
I came to a double sign and was sure one of the stacked boards would steer me in the right direction, but any paint had long worn off. The front and back of the weathered wood signs looked identical.
I found myself approaching a small abandoned building, which turned out to be an old latrine—three seats across—carved out of wood. The shoe treads of the man were now gone, and in their place were tiny squirrel and raccoon prints. He must have turned back and I didn’t notice.
The path divided again and again until I reached an open area that allowed me to see quite far. I saw no lake. I did spot a blotch of white among a stand of dark trees in the distance. As I squinted, it was suddenly aloft beating massive wings—a snowy owl?
The sun was traveling quickly to the west. Evenings come early this time of year and I didn’t want to be lost in the dark. That’s when I realized the smartphone I was taking pictures with also had a Global Positioning System. Perhaps I could navigate my way back via satellite.
I turned on the map and voila, I was a blue dot among a crisscross of trails, and I had been traveling farther and farther away from my car—not around the lake. In fact, there was no trail encircling the lake. I felt giddy as I tried different paths and could quickly identify if I had chosen the right one. Knowing how to get back gave me the freedom to enjoy the forest’s marvels. Now I could calmly remember that the golden green moss I photographed against a snowy tree trunk indicated north. I could even appreciate the setting sun, knowing I was close to the parking lot.
No matter how many twists and turns I take on my life’s journey, I’m bound to find my way home. Learning to navigate the path and noticing the wonders along the way is half the fun.
All photos © Sondra Sula.