When I was a little girl I got lost in the Uinta Mountains. I was separated from my cousins and because the cousins were all playing in different groups, it was a few hours before anyone noticed I was missing. Older cousins were tasked with taking the little kids home and all of the adults were looking for me. Someone made it down the mountain and called Search and Rescue. After hours of wandering and a few minutes of light rain, I was scared that I would have to sleep in the mountains by myself. I just knew that I would meet a bear! The sun was going down and I was super disoriented. I had no idea where to go. All of a sudden, I heard a horn honking in the distance. I started running with all the energy my little legs could give. I determined that if I could find the road I could make it home. After a minute I couldn't hear the honking any more. I stopped. And I listened. A moment later I heard the honking again. I resumed my running. Then I heard my brother yelling my name. I started calling his! I will never forget seeing him come over the rise through a group of trees. I have never been so happy to see someone! I guess my oldest brother had decided to drive up a mountain road and honk. That used to be the signal from my mom when we were playing in the hills behind our house that it was time to come home. He hoped I would recognize that signal. It worked! I was so thrilled to be reunited, and I have never forgotten that sound.