Trisha begins to climb back out of the tucked-away ravine she'd chosen as the spot for her toilet. She heads up the opposite side, intending to intersect with the main trail, but finds that the west end of the ravine is quite a bit steeper than the shallow incline she'd followed down. She hauls herself up by hanging onto small, scrubby trees, swerving occasionally to go around clumps of thorny underbrush. Each time she swerves off her heading, she keeps her eyes trained on the direction the main trail is in, to avoid getting lost. But after ten minutes of hiking, she feels a sense of disquiet in her stomach; she should have hit the trail by now.
She stops to listen for voices, but hears only the whine of mosquitoes and a woodpecker......
