I flipped off the radio and finished the drive. That night everything was going perfect; I hiked up to a new trail and had made it all the way up the top of the mountain. Set up camp, ate some dinner, and fell asleep.
The next thing I hear, it sounds like a freight train is outside my tent. I opened the flap to discover a downpour, and I couldn't see more than 20 feet in any direction!
I knew it was a mistake, but I couldn't stay up here in these conditions. Sleeping through the night is out of the question, and who knows how bad it's going to get. I was just a few miles from my car, and I packed quickly what I could grab in my backpack and took off.
As I attempted to backtrack, I got hopelessly turned around; my compass was useless in the storm, so I decided to hunker down and ride it out the best I could. When the storm finally broke, it was morning.
I knew I needed to go north to get back to my car, but I got even further lost between the washed out trail and downed trees than I was before.