Spending most of my life high in the mountains of Colorado hunting deer and elk, I have wandered around a bit. I have zero, none, nada, no sense of direction. Could not tell you which direction I am facing while typing. This had lead me to some wonderful discoveries. I seldom go where there is a trail. I bushwhack. My feet need to be where no human feet have been before as that is where the elk live. Every once in a while I get to where no white man has been before and find a rusty beer can. I know it is different for those who live in heavily populated areas and places that have abundant vegetation. The few time I have ventured east of the Mississippi, I was astounded by the foliage, and can see the need for trails. But out west there are vast open areas and even in dark timber you can see a good distance. I have been totally confused as to the way back to my truck and have spent hours trying to find it. When darkness falls and the truck is nowhere in sight I do not worry. I think back to the Lewis and Clark expedition. They spent 3 years wandering around without knowing where they were going, and they faired well. This comforts me.