Reminds me of taking some guys for a hunt on my farm at Whangamomona. We got caught by dark and had no torch. There was a 700 meter bush ridge we had to navigate and half way along it was a razor back only a meter or two wide and straight down 40 meters.
I felt confident in my memory despite not being able to see my hand in front of my face and was leading the way from tree trunk too tree trunk, step by step, keeping to the highest piece of ridge and remembering the dips and turns in my head.
I got to a certain part and thought I must be close too that bluff. looked at my feet and thought, I cant remember a pool of water? But there was this pool of water reflecting the stars. Looked up and no stars to see. Looked down again and realised it was the bluff edge and was looking at glow worms. Another step and I would have been gone.
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