to tunnel through. With his short legs,
he couldn’t easily jump over the logs.
He’d yelp for Jean, but she couldn’t
carry him. It taxed her strength, and she
might fall. Yoda was on his own.
Jean, meanwhile, was fighting her
own battles with panic. So much could
go wrong in the wilderness for even a
young, able-bodied hiker. But for a
septuagenarian, the perils were mag-
nified. She worried she’d fall and break
a leg. And she avoided ravines, know-
ing that if she plunged into one, she
could never climb back up.Before she knew it, another day had
passed. Her chances of being rescued
had not improved. As night fell again,
Jean and Yoda found another fallen
tree to sleep under.THE NEXT MORNING, her third day lost
in the park, Jean gave up on finding
her own way out. She’d read stories
about people who’d endured in the
wild, and the rules of survival were
simple: locate a water source, don’t get
injured and stay put in an open spot
CO where it’s easier for rescuers to find you.
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Jean made. She and
her dog, Yoda, lived
in it for three days.rd.ca 43