We weren't really lost, we just ran out of day light. That was our story after spending one cold December night in the Los Padres wilderness some eight years ago. What started as a morning mountain bike ride up to Little Pine Mountain with my bud Mike T., turned into a day of boulder hopping, creek crossings, and bush whacking. That's what happens when you turn right instead of left. The end was always around the next bend. The following morning we made it to the ranch roads east of Lake Cachuma where we managed a free helicopter ride courtesy of the sheriff department. The first comment from Ellen when we arrived home: "So did you make spoons with Mike to keep warm?"
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Don't forget your loyal search team who combed the hills in search of the lost couple, only to watch said pair arrive by helicopter in the early morning cold. And has it really been eight years already?
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