This Memorial Day I had that experience as a hiker. I set off for an afternoon hike in the canyon to get warm (my apartment stays a little too cool and shady) and work up an appetite before dinner. I carefully (and a tad pridefully) watched for return markers, since I had missed my turn towards home on my first hike. I thought to myself, “I won’t make that mistake again!” Well, as they say, pride goes before the long trek in the wrong direction.
I was confidently wandering the Walnut Canyon Rim trail and walked down into the canyon itself. My path ended, as far as I could tell, so I climbed out and rejoined a main trail. This climb, and the jutting mesas, turned my sense of direction around. I was hiking along a straight path in a deep canyon due East. The only thing on the map like it was Pueblo, yet I was convinced I was still in Walnut about to meet Pueblo.The clue that tipped me off: the moon’s position in the sky. By the time I got turned around and back home, I had been hiking for 3 hours.