Shoutout to listening for water when I lost the trail

I was hiking up on Pine Mountain last week and a sudden mist wiped out all the trail markers. I couldn't see the next blaze and my phone had no signal. I started to get really worried about wandering in circles. Then I vaguely recalled a hiker once telling me that in this area, streams flow toward the main path below. I stood still and focused until I heard a faint trickle off to my left. I slowly made my way toward the sound and found a skinny creek. Following it downhill for about twenty minutes, I stumbled right back onto the marked trail. It was such a relief and now I always pay attention to natural clues like that.