When the GPS was fairly new a friend and I went Elk hunting in Colorado. Wendell was undaunted with his "new" devise and therefore fearsome in his travels. I used a compass and even some red survey tape to mark where I went up the mountain. We were to meet at the truck at dusk. At zero dark thirty he still hadn't showed up. A rancher found him walking down what Wendell thought was a paved road but in reality was the ranch road of some private property. He was only a mile from the truck but it took 30 min to drive the distance, seems there were a couple of ravines between him and the truck.
Being lost or even just turned around is no fun.
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