It was nearly dusk and he was completely turned around on the forest trails. He hoped he was going in the direction of the cabin.
After a few more minutes walk he could hear the  soft swoosh of water rushing over rocks.
His lungs took a calming breath and let it go slowly. There wasn't a creek anywhere near the cabin. He was lost. The canteen was almost empty, he should fill it while he had the chance.
The sky turned pinkish gold as he made his way off the trail toward the soft splashin...