Fornication. Russia

In 1994, in the winter we were on the Lumozer and went fishing on Lake Maloe Gagarskoe. I was with Grigory Avdyunin then.

We left the ROVER on the lake. Bolshoe Pyshenskoe and Gagarskoe went on foot, the crossing is 500 meters in total. Weather - clear sky, not a cloud on the lake. It was just Grigory and me, we went fishing and went back to Bolshoe Pyshenskoe. There is only one of our ski tracks on the snow, there are no others. We go on a ski run to B.Pyshenskoe. Grigory says, "we're going for a long time, it hurts, we have to come in time, maybe we're going the wrong way? 

And I say, - so let's go on our ski run. As a result, Grigory and I found ourselves almost two kilometers from Lake B.Pyshenskoe, on the shore of the Luma. How could this happen on a clear sunny day, practically in a clean swamp, where every hummock is familiar? It's still not clear to me.