In 2004 (before gps) I got super lost in North Dakota, while working on a political campaign. I finally stopped at farmhouse for directions & was greeted by angry dogs. So I got back in my truck & hauled ass away. Then, the people who owned the house got in a truck & followed…
they essentially pulled me over a mile or so down the road. Luckily, I had a ton of political paraphernalia on me and was able to convince them that I was legitimately lost. Still, that seemed a bit much. All I did was pull into their driveway looking for directions & they acted
like I was a murderer. I mean, who knows the backstory. Maybe they had reason to be so jumpy and fearful. But it certainly was not what you would think of as hospitable. And who knows what might have happened if I had been something other than a white dude in a truck.