When I was 6 or 7 we took a family vacation near Lake City CO. While the folks were setting up camp us kids were playing “hide and seek”. Well I took off and ran quite a ways, so I wouldn't get caught. After awhile I realized I didn't know where I was. I yelled, but nobody answered. I was scared. I started kinda wandering around, looking for something that looked familiar. Well I walked into an Aspen grove that reminded me of a picture of the Sacred Grove. It seemed like praying and asking for help was a good idea. I knelt done and prayed. After I finished I remembered Granddad telling his scouts “If you get lost in the mountains, head down hill.”. I headed down the little valley that the grove was in and came to a stream. I followed the stream down to the road. And started following the road down. I don't know how far I walked before Granddad showed up in the car. He was more relieved than mad, well at least when he found me. I guess I had hit the road above where w...