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