WINTER HAVEN - Lost


A little sample of what's coming in the spring. I'll be posting others now and then until the publication date . . .


Posted byAthol Dickson at 8:43 AM  

2 comments:

Rachel Hauck said... July 27, 2007 at 1:27 PM  

Very cool Athol!

Rachel

gb said... August 23, 2007 at 11:38 AM  

Athol,

The words on this "LOST" promo for Winter Haven have a spooky, personal ring for me. For several memorable and exciting years I backpacked and camped in the Smokey Mountains. On one occasion, I got separated from the rest (impatiently going ahead of them) and ended up disoriented and headed in the wrong direction. Since we had split the equipment and supplies among our several packs to distribute the weight, I only had a sleeping bag and minimal food and some otherwiwse useless supplies in mine; a flashlight, apparently not among them.

After a few miles, the trail I was on... just ran out, disappeared to nothing right in front of me. It was now gettting late in the afternoon and on the floor of the forest, darkness comes very early. I knew there was not sufficient time to possibly, maybe retrace the long distance back in time to locate the main trail (as if that would even do me any good at that point).

Realizing my situation, I vainly accelerated my pace in whatever vague, passable direction opened up in front of me, without a trail or compass or steady fix on the sun's direction. Knowing I was in the heart of bear and wild bore country and being quite aware their night-time hunting/foraging habits, my only chance of getting out before absolute pitch black set in (virtually eliminating any walking at all) was to hopefully wander (rapidly?) in the direction of the only highway that split the Smokies, running north/south from Tennessee to Georgia... without a clue as to where it or I actually were. Perhaps, if I could only hear the sound of a distant vehicle driving on it, maybe I could try to home in on, stumble in the direction of that sound, even in the pitch blackness.

Indeed, I cold not "...see anything at all but tree after tree after impossibly enormous, silent, looming tree." ...and the time was quickly running out.

Thank you.

Later,
Gary

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