"Is this the trail?"
There was a trail marker on a post, along the well-maintained road, saying "trail". The post was loosely shoved in the dirt at about a 45 degree angle, wildly pointing into space.
"I think there's maybe a trail here? There's a break in the weeds."
"Or maybe a deer path."
"The map says we've got at least a mile until the trail. See we have to go through this zigzag."
"Maybe that bend in the road back there was the zigzag?"
Hum, hoo-haw, do we want to risk climbing straight up a mountain through uncut brambles? Just to eventually decide it's not really a trail? Let's stick to the road for now. We'd already hiked five miles and we weren't into expending extra energy.
Five miles further, after several zigzags along the sunbeaten mountains, there had been no further signs of trails. That really must have been the trail way back there. We'd added five miles, ten miles round trip, to our day's hike for no reason. We cut our losses, blamed the navigator, and turned back.
Water was only what we carried between campsites, and we were running low. Food was "artificially flavored freeze dried grape jelly food mix" and the like. Ten, going on fifteen miles in heavy boots under the hot sun was wearying.
The mountains were rugged rocks with dusty brambles and scraggly trees. Brambles. Blackberries.
"Yo!"
We stopped. We climbed down among the brambles and ate blackberries. There was a whole mountain full of them, fresh fruit, ripened in the sun. We spent an hour there gorging ourselves.
It is amazing how good fresh fruit tastes when you're tired and hungry and haven't had any in a week. They should have a restaurant where you're required to climb a 10-mile trail in the sun up a mountain to get to it. It'd get billed as the best food ever no matter what they served.
Back at the skew sign, we climbed the deer path. It actually was a trail. We reached our campsite half a mile later.
This was a reply to a reddit.com r/WritingPrompts TT prompt, "Recipe".