LOST! In the South Dakota Wilderness Part 2: The Fields

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Yes I’d made it to the top of the canyon. That had been the goal. I had it in my head that if I could just make it to the top of the canyon I could follow it back to where my truck was parked.

For some reason I thought I was here:Thought I was hereBut in reality I was here:

SD Map 3Thinking I had to head left to get back to my truck and turned and started walking.

Eventually I hit a fence.

A fence I knew was nowhere near my truck.

Cursing profusely I threw up my hands and thought “There has to be a road around here somewhere.”

The fence bordered a huge field. A part of me thought “Perfect! Fields mean farmers and farmers mean utility roads!”

Unfortunately, fields in South Dakota are quite a bit different than fields in Wisconsin.

The field I was now in was huge, in the darkness I couldn’t really see the other side so I began following the edge which was border by thick trees. I walked until I hit the corner and turned to follow that edge. Which was bordered by a deep ravine. I came to the next corner and turned to follow that edge which was bordered by thorny bushes and thick trees. I followed the final edge and ended up right back where I started.

I literally stood there scratching my head. This was a problem. I walked the field edges again and this time noticed a cattle trail that headed down into the ravine. Figuring it was worth a shot I headed in.

Cattle are a lot shorter than my 6’ frame so the path was low to the ground, I tried pushing branches out of the way and when that didn’t work I crouched down and moved forward. I crab walked and knelt and powered through a ridiculous amount of trees and brush until my back couldn’t take it anymore. I decided the cattle trail wasn’t working out for me so I headed back up towards the field, and stepped out into a completely different field.

Now I was REALLY lost.

I began walking north again, and was ecstatic when my phone started making this buzz…buzz…buzz…noise.

I did a little happy dance and thought “they’re looking for me!!!” I assumed maybe the forest service was trying to ping my phone’s GPS. With all the rain a dog would never be able to track me. So maybe this was a last ditched effort! Hooray!!

This buzzing went on for quite a few minutes before finally stopping altogether.

“Did they give up already???” I thought.

My heart sank as I realized…no, no one was trying to ping my GPS. My phone had gotten wet and was just being weird.

I checked my camera for the time and realized a whopping 50 minutes had passed. It was only 10 to 5.

So I kept walking. I hoped that maybe a farmer would see the light from my flashlight and come to investigate. I would have hugged the first person to come screaming at me about trespassing.

Before long I realized the little pinpoint of light to my west was a house light. That realization sent new energy into my sore and strained legs.

I kept heading across the field towards it, going over in my mind what I’d say: “I’m terribly embarrassed and I’m so sorry, I realize it’s 5 o’clock in the morning but I’ve been lost all night and have no idea where I am…could I take a look at a map?”

The house was about 100 yards away when I stopped dead. The edge of this field was bordered by a huge gully. Too steep to climb down I assessed my situation. Help was right there. RIGHT THERE.

And I couldn’t get over there.

So I kept walking. I found a path into another field and I went in thinking perhaps this one would provide safe passage to the farm house.

Which of course it did not.

By this time it was after 6am. The sun was scheduled to rise at 6:23. And I was looking forward to greeting the sunrise and finally being able to figure out where in the world I was.

As the sky lightened I headed for a rise in the field. If I could just pinpoint where the canyon was I could head back towards it and get my bearings.

I waited patiently, my wet clothes cold against my icy skin.

6:35am:

Fog. Dense fog.

As in Stephen Kin’s The Fog kind of fog.

As far as the eye can see with visibility about 20 feet in front of me.

I’m pretty sure it was at this point that I began shouting every curse word in my vocabulary.

So I kept walking. Eventually the fog lightened. I made my way from one field to the next over the next, always heading north, backtracking more than once when an impassable obstacle presented itself.

There were times when my mind played tricks on me. There were times when the tendons in my legs and ankles screamed at me for a break.

There were times when I went to lay down…only for a few minutes of desperately needed sleep only to jolt myself awake as the cold numbed my arms before I could fall into a sleep I probably wouldn’t have awoken from.

Finally I came to the edge of a field. Yet another deep gorge stretching miles to the left and right separated me from the other side. There was no way around it.

But on the other side was something worth risking a broken leg and a sure death.

Corn.

A blessed cornfield.

Because to plant corn you have to have equipment, and to get equipment into the field you have to have a service road.

And a service road meant a way out.

So I took a deep breath and began my slippery 145 degree descent. I didn’t climb down as much as I slid down. I slid until my foot braced against the next tree, then slid down some more until the other foot hit the next tree after that.

It took forever but eventually I made it to the bottom. Covered in mud from head to toe, still soaked to the bone (it had stopped raining for about an hour at dawn and then started up again shortly thereafter), my tendons screamed in protest as I sat there, looking up at the other side which I had to climb.

I muttered “Suck it up buttercup” grabbed a hold of a nearby tree and began hoisting myself up. It was awkward as I still had my bow and tripod in one hand. Using the trees growing out of the side of the ravine like handholds, and digging my knees and shoes into the mud to propel myself upwards, I slowly and painstakingly made my way up.

When I crested the top I dropped my bow, tripod and backback to the ground. The corn was right there, 12 feet in front of me and in the distance I could hear the unmistakable sound of a whooshing car as it drove by.

Finally there was light at the end of the tunnel.

I opened the backpack, reached in and pulled out the one chewy chocolate granola bar I’d taken down for a snack when I’d left the farmhouse.

It was twisted and mangled and it was better than any caviar I’d ever tasted.

I tried not to think about how frigging awesome a whole box of the things would be as I ate my lone little bar.

I made my way to the road and flagged down a car. She showed me where we were on a map and said she was sorry she couldn’t drive me back to my truck because she was later for work.

I chuckled. What was 6 ½ more miles at this point?

I walked along the roads until I saw the driveway heading towards my truck. I was excited as I walked through the trees and stepped out onto the field my vehicle was parked. As I got closer I noticed two other vehicles parked next to my truck.

The land owners wife flew out of her vehicle and ran to give me a huge hug. The land owner and land manager were not far.

It was 10”05 am

“You gave us quite the scare.” I was told. When I asked what time they’d noticed I was gone and had started looking for me I was told 9am.

I had to chuckle at that since at 9am I was already on the road walking back.

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It didn’t all hit me until I got into my truck and turned on the heat. I think my body realized just how low my core temperature had dropped and I began shivering violently. I drove back to the loft and after I’d checked in with my husband and a few others who were worried they hadn’t heard from me since the day before I took the longest hottest shower of my life. Washing away 10 pounds of mud and grime and thorns and debris. The landowner and his wife treated me to a fabulous breakfast before I went back and slept for about 4 hours.

 

All I all I was lost for 15 hours in the pitch black darkness. While the experience really took the wind out of my sails I almost felt like everyone else was making more of a big deal out of it than I thought it was. People get lost in the wilderness

Be the Girl That Found Her Way Out InstagramEveryone kept asking at what point I started crying. They are surprised when I say “I never did. I never lost my cool, I never lost my head. I knew I had to keep moving so I wouldn’t die of hypothermia. I had no one to blame but myself for this mess and I had no one to rely on but myself to get out of it. So I just kept walking. It never occurred to me to be scared, or to give up or to ‘not get it done’.” What good would have that done? Sitting on the side of a mountain blubbering my eyes out would have accomplished nothing, except to make me even more dehydrated.

The 50 degree weather wouldn’t have been so bad minus the rain and the wind. And even the rain was a blessing in disguise as it kept the animals holed up. It may have proven disastrous to have run into a mountain lion, a rattlesnake, wolves, coyotes or even a wild bison. Hypothermia can set in as low as 60 degrees so despite desperately wanting to take a quick nap I knew I couldn’t.

I just had to keep moving.

In the words of Sister Creep “One step and the next gets you where you’re going…” (Swan Song – Robert R. McCammon)

The unfortunate reality is: you never really realize how deep your well of inner strength is until you’re forced to draw on it.

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For your listening pleasure you can listen to the podcast where I tell the story here: wwocz.net/ep83

1. Where my truck was parked. 2. Where I was ready to spend the night. 3. Somehow ended up over here. 4. The area where I tried to get to the farmhouse. 5. The direction I headed and ended up.
1. Where my truck was parked.
2. Where I was ready to spend the night.
3. Somehow ended up over here.
4. The area where I tried to get to the farmhouse.
5. The direction I headed and ended up.


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22 thoughts on “LOST! In the South Dakota Wilderness Part 2: The Fields”

  1. Your life is so gloriously wild. And I’m so very jealous of you.
    I know it was a tragic experience but your amazing story telling makes me want to seek out adventure myself!!

  2. I don’t even know where to begin.
    I know people who’ve gotten very lost in the woods, no matter how you prepare sometimes crappy stuff happens.
    Glad you kept a cool head and were able to kick that canyon’s ass.

    “oh no – I got to keep on movin’….” 😀

  3. I swear your life is epic. It puts anything Hollywood cold come up with to shame. And when I am making myself a sandwich for lunch today, I am going to be reminded that like Carrie Z: I have the potential to be so much more.
    Anyway, good luck on your next adventure and I hope you get a GPS for Christmas. Keep up the great blog posts and pod casts.

  4. Glad you are ok. I sometimes like situations like that.It puts my gear and my survival skills to the test.In some weird way I don’t care if I get lost 🙂

  5. I sometimes fear that people think that I’m a know-it-all because I’ve done a bunch of things and been a bunch of places and crazy things happen to me and I like to recount them in crazy ways – and yes, maybe I DO talk to much.
    But then I get here and read your posts and get all the way to the bottom and realize that I have absolutely nothing relevant to add.
    Thank you for making me feel more secure.
    Love,
    Amanda

  6. Crazy story Carrie Z, I’ve been lost in the woods but it doesnt even compare to what you just went through.
    Glad to hear you made it through ok. And glad to hear you never cried.
    It doent matter if youre a girl or not, you are a very strong person!

  7. My head hurts from reading this, but totally in a good way. Glad you’re safe. It would suck to not hear your podcasts any more.

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