V and I went hiking yesterday, first time in a long time. We set out on a well-marked, three mile loop in a nearby state park, and about two and a half hours later, had been thoroughly lost, surrounded by no markings, and broke out of the woods onto a road.
We recognized the road, thankfully; we'd driven it on our way to the park. It wasn't very close to the park entrance, either. To be exact, it was four and a half miles from where our car was parked.
We were very tired. We are still incredibly sore. I will not have the desire to hike for a long, long time.
You know what's nice, though? Not extrapolating Christian metaphors out of the experience. No "we chose our own path" or "God never said the road would be easy but he promised us rest" or "relying on him will always bring us home eventually."
Nope, just we got &#*@ lost on a poorly-marked trail and are never *#^%$ going hiking again.