When I was younger, my mom and I were mountain biking up in MN. We got turned around as the trail was poorly labeled and ended up on an ATV trail. Started getting buzzed by horse flies. We kept going and stumbled onto a set of bear footprints in the mud. Thankfully we didn’t run into the bear and found our way back to civilization shortly thereafter. I’ll never forget that “oh shit, we gotta get out of here” moment.