Several years ago I went to a campground in the mountains of western Maryland with my older sister and her husband. It was a few hours away and when we got there my sister and her husband had somewhere that they had to go and were worried that they wouldn't get there in time. They asked me if I wanted to join them or stay at the campground. Since I had never been there before and had been really looking forward to getting away, I decided to stay. We took a few things out of the van and they went on their way.
There was supposed to be a trail that lead to the remains of an old homestead of the first white settler in the area but I didn't know where it was. The campground was made up of about 20 loops leading off both sides of the main road. On side was near the lake and the other side on the mountain. Each loop had several campsites and a couple cabins. Each loop had a different name and the campsites were all numbered. Our campsite backed up to the mountain and I decided to just start hiking up the mountain and see if I could find the trail.
After awhile I saw a few deer grazing up ahead and continued on in their direction. If they noticed me they didn't seem afraid and we continued on our way up the mountain. Soon they got to a spot where they decided to leave and ran on ahead. When I got to the spot where they last were before running off I found that it was part of the trail to the homestead. I followed it to the top of the mountain, found the homestead and spent some time there before deciding that I had better head back. By this time though I was starting to worry that I may not make it back before it got dark. It was that time of year where it got darker earlier and the day was already overcast and grey. There was a section where both sides of the mountain had all the trees cleared away and I thought about going down that way but I wasn't sure which side of the mountain was the side that had the campground. I decided that the best thing was to head back down the trail and hope that I made it back in time. ( I forgot to mention that there are supposed to be bears in the area.) I started back as quickly as I could be eventually came to a spot where the trail split in two and I didn't know which way to go. Just before I got there though I noticed a crow up in the tree near where the path split and as I got closer he flew off in the direction of one of the paths. I don't know why, but I followed him. There were a few more times down the mountain where the path split in two and each time, he was there, or another just like him. Before long, to my amazement, we arrived behind some of the campsites. I was happy about that but wondered to myself which loop we were at. Just as the thought was in my head the crow flew from the tree that he was in to another a few feet away. Our campsite. I noticed some of our things on the ground.
I told my sister when she got back and got the look that said, " Oh yeah? And what have you been smoking?" I get teased by my family about this from time to time, and whether it was something amazing, or just a coincidence, I am still grateful to the crow and never look at them in the same way again.