My dad is notorious for taking our family on what we lovingly refer to as 'Death Hikes'. We always start out and the trail is relatively short and flat..or so we're led to believe. Hours later as we are ascending a never ending uphill climb we no longer believe that it's a short and flat hike and we start hoping that we will make it back to camp to live another day.
We had a similar experience the day after christmas.
C's mom gave us all snow shoes for Christmas. We couldn't wait to try them out. We headed out to a place I found on the internet. It didn't give details about the hike, but it made it sound fairly easy. We bundled and packed the kids up and headed out. C carried J in a pack. G started walking... and then.... please note the picture below.

He started thinking it was SO funny to walk about 2 steps and fall over. We went back and got the sled. C hooked it to the pack and pulled G along. It worked okay, but G kept falling out and twice he fell out into water. I tried to scoop him up quickly and he didn't get too wet, but none the less, he was still wet and it was cold.

K thought this tree was very cool

Leave it to G to make an adventure of exploring a tree. He could have walked around, and we pointed this out to him repeatedly, but he decided to go the hard way.
After an hour of hiking and me thinking silently "I wonder how far this is", the kids started whining and saying they were hungry. Luckily I had thrown an assortment of granola bars, beef jerky and a few goldfish crackers in the pack with a bottled water. We pulled this out and started eating. We then continued hiking and hiking and hiking.
It came to a point when you start thinking 'I wish...'
I wish I knew how much farther this is.
I wish I had packed more food.
I wish someone knew WHERE we were.
I wish we had some matches.
I wish we had a cell phone.
I wish we will make it back to the car before dark.
I wish we make it out okay.
K started getting tired. He could hardly walk anymore and I have to admit that I too was running low on energy. We had been wandering around in the forest for 1 1/2 and we had no idea how much longer it was. I was honestly starting to get worried. C put Kellen in the sled.

He is now packing J. pulling a sleeping G (even though every step C took, it threw little piece of snow all over G's little face-I felt so bad), and also pulling K.

I felt like we got to the point where C and I both thought we need to get out of here and as quickly as possible. With all the kids getting a free ride from C (poor guy), we high-tailed it as fast as we could. We finally got to a point where we recognized. We knew we were coming to the end. HALLELUJAH! All of my wishing and silent prayers were being answered. We didn't have to spend a night in the forest. We wouldn't have to eat berries and bark. We wouldn't have to make a shelter and line it with pine needles. We wouldn't have to try to melt snow to keep hydrated. We wouldn't have to try to keep 3 little kiddos warm through a cold night.
Next time we go, you know the first things I'll pack will be matches, food, and a cell phone.
Lesson learned.