Chapter 9
Seventy-five percent of the human brain consists of water. Seventy-five percent of Trent's water bottle was empty Sunday night. He knew immediately that this could be the key to his undoing. Water was a resource that was not in abundant supply here.
He spent the remaining daylight that evening trying to locate an acceptable place to bed down for the night. He found a place along a low ridge that had a small rock over-hang that could be taken for shelter if you stood far enough away. But it did allow Trent to have his back against a wall and he was grateful for that. Apparently Sleep didn't get the memo of where Trent was going to be staying that night and therefore didn't find it's way to him until the waning minutes of Monday morning.
Monday arrived clean and bright. Trent knew that he was east of the Malum cabin before taking his spill and he assumed that this was still the case. If this was an incorrect assumption....well...He put those thoughts from his mind. Instead of focusing on thoughts of despair, he focused on heading west (and gave a prayer of thanksgiving that it was not an overcast day), and the monumental task that God had set before him months ago. He pondered why he had chosen to ignore the task in spite of the many signs that God had made increasingly obvious. Trent admitted to himself that it was because he believed the challenge too extraordinary and that God would not ask him to try to accomplish something of that magnitude.
Monday departed with Trent seemingly no closer to his car. During the heat of the day he had remained in the shade and tried to conserve energy. The water ran out then also. As he laid down that night to get some rest, he knew that one way or another he was going home tomorrow. Which home he was going to was yet to be seen.
He spent the remaining daylight that evening trying to locate an acceptable place to bed down for the night. He found a place along a low ridge that had a small rock over-hang that could be taken for shelter if you stood far enough away. But it did allow Trent to have his back against a wall and he was grateful for that. Apparently Sleep didn't get the memo of where Trent was going to be staying that night and therefore didn't find it's way to him until the waning minutes of Monday morning.
Monday arrived clean and bright. Trent knew that he was east of the Malum cabin before taking his spill and he assumed that this was still the case. If this was an incorrect assumption....well...He put those thoughts from his mind. Instead of focusing on thoughts of despair, he focused on heading west (and gave a prayer of thanksgiving that it was not an overcast day), and the monumental task that God had set before him months ago. He pondered why he had chosen to ignore the task in spite of the many signs that God had made increasingly obvious. Trent admitted to himself that it was because he believed the challenge too extraordinary and that God would not ask him to try to accomplish something of that magnitude.
Monday departed with Trent seemingly no closer to his car. During the heat of the day he had remained in the shade and tried to conserve energy. The water ran out then also. As he laid down that night to get some rest, he knew that one way or another he was going home tomorrow. Which home he was going to was yet to be seen.
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