I’m recalling Daniel Boone said he had never been lost, but that he had been “a mite confused” a time or two. Might be that people in that time and place took episodes of being “a mite confused” as just an ordinary part of living.
Sounds like my moose hunting of years passed. I came up with the 3 definitions:
lost: you don't know where you are, but know how to get out of there.
Lost: As above, but need a little "creative navigation" to get lost, or not lost. This is the dangerous one - you have to know when to quit and get LOST. My rule waas two attempts if sufficient daylight was left.
LOST: SIT DOWN, BUILD A CAMPFIRE, AND A SHELTER IF NEEDED, AND WAIT FOR SAR.
Never been LOST, but within 5 minutes of it twice...once in northern Wis , and once here on the Kenai.
"Don't panic", they say. Ha! Easier said than done when the damned stuff starts snaking it's way up from the belly to the throat.
I got to where lost was a comfort zone, and Lost, nearly so.
I have had my gps go tits up on me twice. Not to mention the several times I forgot to punch in my initial waypoint.
Compasses rule! I carry two, sometimes three. Hell, you can always average them......
