Zero Hour Narratives
Narrative 1: Hiking and getting lost in the woods.
It was a crisp fall morning. It was a quiet morning as usual. But the day has finally come, I’ve been waiting for this day for months. I just recently got done planning my hike on the Appalachian trail. This will be my first time hiking the Appalachian trail completely on my own. I hit the road at 8 am to ensure that I would have plenty of time to stop for breakfast. I also wanted to make sure that I would have as much daylight as possible. I stopped at a small local diner for some pancakes and bacon for breakfast. And of course a coffee. I arrived at the trail at around 10 am, and noticed that there was no one else in the parking lot. I continued to get all my supplies out of my truck and started packing up my backpack. I finished packing my backpack and locked my truck. As I started walking down the trail, I could hear birds chirping and the wind howling against the trees. The trail quickly started to become confusing, splitting in multiple directions. I decided to stay to the left. I noticed there was a red trail maker on the side of the tree.
By this time it was about 2 pm in the afternoon. I had been hiking for about 4 hours. As I looked around, I didn’t see any more trail markers on the trees. Immediately I realized that I was lost and I needed to act quickly if I didn’t want to be stuck in the woods for the night. I went to grab my compass and noticed that I didn’t have it. It was in the truck. I couldn’t remember the way I came, there were too many different trails. I knew that I only had a few more hours of daylight left to prepare for my night in the woods.
It was a crisp fall morning. It was a quiet morning as usual. But the day has finally come, I’ve been waiting for this day for months. I just recently got done planning my hike on the Appalachian trail. This will be my first time hiking the Appalachian trail completely on my own. I hit the road at 8 am to ensure that I would have plenty of time to stop for breakfast. I also wanted to make sure that I would have as much daylight as possible. I stopped at a small local diner for some pancakes and bacon for breakfast. And of course a coffee. I arrived at the trail at around 10 am, and noticed that there was no one else in the parking lot. I continued to get all my supplies out of my truck and started packing up my backpack. I finished packing my backpack and locked my truck. As I started walking down the trail, I could hear birds chirping and the wind howling against the trees. The trail quickly started to become confusing, splitting in multiple directions. I decided to stay to the left. I noticed there was a red trail maker on the side of the tree.
By this time it was about 2 pm in the afternoon. I had been hiking for about 4 hours. As I looked around, I didn’t see any more trail markers on the trees. Immediately I realized that I was lost and I needed to act quickly if I didn’t want to be stuck in the woods for the night. I went to grab my compass and noticed that I didn’t have it. It was in the truck. I couldn’t remember the way I came, there were too many different trails. I knew that I only had a few more hours of daylight left to prepare for my night in the woods.