Many years ago I went on a vacation with my family to the mountains of North Carolina.
We decided to take a hike one afternoon on one of the trails we spotted off the side of the road.
We started off very eager and excited about the hike. We had a small backpack with three water bottles and a couple of cereal bars. My daughter was placed in a pack on her daddy’s back and my eight year old son took the lead.
We were traipsing through the woods singing and picking up a pretty leaf or smooth stone that my son admired.
As we traveled deeper into the woods the sun barely penetrated the thick tree canopy. The trail narrowed and it was becoming more difficult to stay on the path. Foliage brushed against us and I began to feel the smallest stirrings of panic. Did we know where…
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