My experience with being lost was a scary one. I learned my lesson about riding dirt bikes alone. It all started while riding up a trail I had not ridden before. The trail went on top of the continental divide and ran for many thousands of miles from the border of Mexico to the border of Canada. This trail is deceiving in its difficulty. Some parts would be easy and others are almost impassable. There are many different turn-offs that will take you into the unknown. This is what happened to me.
It all started like any other day of riding. The sun was shining and I was ready to ride. I got up on the trails, and my bike was running strong. I was riding, and I just thought to myself about how I didn't have my riding backpack with me. I decided that I wouldn't make it a hard ride, so I continued anyways.