I was part of a group of boy scouts hiking a large volcanic peak in the northwest. We were very late getting down and somewhat lost. We didn't summit and had to go down or risk darkness. Around 9:30 we got into the trees and we got really worried since a few degrees off on descent can get you miles from point of origin. We decided to voice a desperate prayer for rescue and proceeded to call out for help, all of us calling out across the forest.

Not long later a voice shouted back and we replied, asking, "Where's the road?!?" A response, "Go towards the sun!" Now heading towards the setting sun we soon found the camp and road but never saw our savior that night. Later we all agreed no one else should have been in that part of the mountain that late and were grateful for any natural or supernatural guidance.