Landmark Language that Locks In
Write like a field naturalist: “granite whale spine, lichen-bright, thirty paces west of meltwater thread.” Sensory-rich phrasing outlives GPS breadcrumbs because it binds memory to texture, smell, and sound. When storms erase horizons, that layered language reappears, pointing to the real boulder, the true saddle, the exact shadowed notch you meant to trust.