Fate is a nicer term for saying I kind of blew it a bit. I thought I was at the right spot, but I wasn't. The "lake" I went to had zero fish in it. It was a frog pond and nothing more.

There's more fate to the story too, like somehow killing my power steering and brakes, and trying to limp back to civilization from the top of the world without those things. You know, if I could just go straight without having to stop, I was fine.