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Unfortunately, by this time, you've managed to get yourself hopelessly lost. You're no longer certain where you are in relation to your great-aunt's map and you suspect, after nearly two hours of wandering, that you've done nothing more than walk in circles. The water pouch you brought along is empty. Your cell phone is dead. You're tired, thirsty, and defeated. When you suddenly stumble out of the preserve and onto a paved road, you almost want to shout for joy. You aren't completely sure which is the way back into town, but you don't much care. This well-kept road must go somewhere and that's good enough. |
It's well after four in the morning by the time you're home again, berating yourself for your folly. Despite your utter exhaustion, you light the kindling in your fireplace and take great satisfaction in watching Great-Aunt Rebecca's letter burn.