Lost

I am frequently lost when traveling and I've been known to take pictures of where I am at the moment I realize I am lost.  It started when I was young and hiking with my sisters and cousin through Sequoia.  We were lost and we all decided a photograph was in order.  Then, while hiking with a girlfriend in Yosemite, we went off trail and took pictures for over two hours before we found the trail again.  A few years later, while bravely trekking through the urban landscape of Boston, my cousin, sister and I managed to take the wrong subway back to our car.  It took us several hours of aimless wandering before we found it.

I firmly believe in getting lost.  It is as crucial to development as learning how to read a map.  You use different skills to gauge a situation and surroundings when you don't know your exact location on the planet than you do when you are gamely following the GPS instructions.

Since I lost my GPS on the last plane flight, here are a few highlights of being lost in recent weeks.

St. Louis - When we were running for our lives.

Still St. Louis.  I was frozen in fear with my finger on the shutter.  If you look close you can see the arch.

Omaha.  I'd made a wrong turn and left the freeway.  Wondered through this area for about five minutes.

Northbrook, IL.  I wasn't lost here, but stunned that on both sides of Lake Cook there was a forest.  Hadn't seen that before and driven it many times.  The moment I realized what it was, I saw two deer.  Sort of a karmic reward.