He said that he had been geocaching with some friends, when they had stumbled into some place with no GPS fix. Not even any reception of any kind. And that it had taken them some time to find their way back out to the land of reception and GPS.
“How long is Some?” I asked him.
“Well… that is a story.” He replied.
They had soon come upon a clearing, that wasn’t mentioned on the map, and saw a large mountain, where there was only supposed to be low hills.
The mountain that shouldn’t exist gave them a landmark to navigate by, now that they had no GPS.
Then they found a tiny trickle of a creek, flowing down across one corner of the clearing, which gave them something to follow.
They followed the trickle, with the mountain on their right, until it was joined by another, then followed the larger trickle until it was joined by another tiny creek and a track.
The track eventually took them to a dirt road, alongside what was now a stream.