A short story...

...for reasons that are irrelevant at this time, I went bush whacking, which I hate, and ended up somewhere I really didn't want to be, which I came to deeply regret. I found myself in a drainage thicket immediately East of Weaver's Needle, reminiscent of that thicket "hell" near Sheep Mountain. Tired, bloody, extremely frustrated and totally canopied & camouflaged in this drainage from the rest of the world, I leaned back against a boulder for a moment to bemoan my fate and to regain my focus so as to figure a way out. While taking a few deep breaths, I looked at my feet and found the object pictured above. With my new souvenir in hand, I smiled, congratulated myself for my good sense at getting lost in this drainage and proceeded to dig my way out.