BOWEN COLUMN: Chapter 17: Lost in Yellowstone

Published 10:30 am Wednesday, October 20, 2021

The roughly scribbled note also gives us a solid timeline for the events of this Thursday, as this day was one of the most eventful days of the entire journey. After spending time alone with the Lord in the early-morning hour – a time that I will always remember and long tell with a sigh, I know – Todd and I set out headed north. Within an hour or two of our setting out, Todd and I made another key decision: We decided for Todd to go ahead of me again, leaving me to make my way slowly from further back on the trail.

I remember thinking – and the note confirms this – that, while the Wednesday rest was helpful, my legs were not going to recover with half a day and a night’s rest. I do think, however, that the rest from Wednesday was a blessing from the Lord that may have saved us. It didn’t restore the strength fully (that would take a month to do), but it, perhaps, delayed a potential injury.

I still cringe to think of the great possibility of a calf or hamstring muscle giving way, rendering Todd and me unable to walk out of that remote place together. In the previous two years, I had seen many of those same weary leg muscles give way, snap almost, from overwork, leaving you with a month or more of rehabilitation. So, I knew that the possibility was there. And I had never pushed my body and my legs this hard before, not even close. Why they popped on me in the previous months and did not do so under much greater pressure, I do not know.

Or, perhaps we do.

The thought of being stranded in the middle of nowhere while poor Todd scrambled for help — that thought was not a good one. That process could have taken days, as deep into the wilderness as we were. Looking back, you and I realize even the more what the greatest dangers were — those things that ‘could have been,’ and most likely would have been, had it not been for that Unseen Hand. We still marvel at it.

There was another real danger that we experienced that Thursday morning before we separated. It would have been around 10 a.m. We were heading north, but with a mountain barricading our way, the trail led us back to the east to get around it. The hike around the mountain was as much as a mile, maybe more. For several hundred yards of it, and then at other points along the way, we were on the very edge of the mountain with nothing below us except an eighty-foot drop leading down to the river. The drop was not straight down – if you fell, it would not be quite like falling off of a cliff – but the side of the mountain was at more of a seventy-degree angle. If you did slip and fall, you would hit the ground ten or so feet down and basically roll and tumble the eighty feet to the bottom. It would likely kill you or leave you near death. But I really do not know how a person could survive it.

The trail we walked at that steep precipice was dusty – almost black dust – and it was somewhat rocky, with the dirt very loose and dry. That trail was no place to stumble. As you walked, you kept your eyes completely on your feet.

Todd and I, again, felt that we needed him to go ahead and try to find a campsite. We were not ‘out of the woods’ yet as far as finding our direction. In fact, we were still in a far more remote spot than we were forty-eight hours prior when we met the Hogans on the trail. We know how far off track the two days after the Hogans took us. It could easily happen again, we knew.

Perhaps we were both having the same thoughts, because we paused for a longer break than usual to talk once we got around the mountain and were heading north again. By this time, we had come to as deep and as a remote part of the wilderness we would see from the trail, the only sign of humans being the narrow dirt trail that we were following. I knew I needed to be the one to suggest that Todd go on ahead. He would need the assurance that it was the right thing to do and that I did not mind his doing that. So, as we paused to rest, I told him what I wanted him to do.

But Todd’s little talk would prove more prophetic, and helpful, than we could have guessed.

Todd said something else, something that stuck with me, before we had a little prayer and he went on ahead of me. He said, “Steve, you’ve been a ‘calm’ to me” – I think that’s how he said it. It surprised me a little, but I appreciated that more than Todd would know – I still do – and especially since it seemed a little out of character for Todd to say something such as that.

He is not one to toss out compliments haphazardly. I smiled inside a bit because, when he said it, I immediately thought of my little outbursts two days prior.

But mostly I felt a degree of satisfaction. I knew that for the last couple of days I had decided to put all of this in the Lord’s hands, while the two of us would fight as hard as we could to do all that we could do on our own. You can’t stop and not work, but as you work, you can put the rest in his hands. Somehow, Todd had felt that calm from me, something I think he needed.

I am glad that I was able to give something back to that good man.