Sometimes you go wandering completely unprepared into the forest. Someone forgets a sleeping bag, someone else loses the water supply, and someone else, possibly you, pees their pants. It rains, its in the middle of the night and there's no tent and no trail.
You run into a bunch of guys who have all of those things including a fire and you invite yourselves into their group, end up bonding over a cup of hot chocolate and first aide experience. There's a Raccoon in the roof and you stay up til six in the morning talking about religion.
In summation none of it makes any sense at all.
But I think sometimes the most liberating experiences happen by very unexpected means. We try to pick apart the circumstances and the string of tender mercies that lead us into something inexplicable. In that process though we become so caught it the "how", we become blind to the true exquisite and breathtaking reality that was infused into the "what.