If you scream in the woods...

The thought that had been plaguing him for the last twenty minutes was now firmly set in his mind.  He was lost.  Arturo had set his first step on this trail at approximately 8:45 am that morning. It was now 3:52 pm and his location, exact, approximate or otherwise, eluded him. 
Arturo had been born and raised in Mexico City.  Born into wealth, he had never known an uncomfortable day in his life.  Having graduated from high school only three weeks ago, Arturo concocted the idea of getting out and seeing some other parts of the world before heading off to college. So two and one half weeks of research led him to the Redwood forest of northern California.  

Arturo studied the trees around him.  He studied the forest floor.  He looked to the sun for direction.  But all was for naught.  He was irretrievably lost.  He could stand still or he could keep moving.  As he was getting cold, he decided to keep moving.  He found a bush with berries and thinking back to his studies, he determined that they were safe to eat.  Half an hour later and three stops over a log with a handful leaves forced him to admit his culinary error.  Pulling up his trousers for a fourth time, Arturo found himself face to face with a very large bear.  Arturo began to think through the various kinds of bears he had studied, but then though better of it.  This one was carrying a fork and Arturo surmised it was probably looking for a meal.  Turning to run, he tripped.

A week later, when the ranger found what remained off Arturo, he wondered why a fork was lying on the ground with him.