"Damn, this is the last thing I need," I said to myself. As I approached the barricade it read ROAD CLOSED DUE TO ROCK SLIDE. I thought it a bit unusual for the Ozarks. So I took a detour down a fire road
After turning it on and following its' directions for three and a half hours, it was obvious I was
getting deeper and deeper into a forest, and had no clue where I was.
Then I realized that technology is worthless (except for ecigs) and I whipped out a map, declination chart and my compass and plotted a path out of the wilderness. My Ford F150 camper top truck was fully fueled so I didn't much worry.
This site uses cookies to help personalise content, tailor your experience and to keep you logged in if you register.
By continuing to use this site, you are consenting to our use of cookies.