When I was a kid my class went camping. At one point we were split into two groups and led out along two separate roads, running parallel to one another and maybe a mile apart. Then we were divided into pairs, given a compass and a lesson on how to use it, then sent off to find other pairs of kids who, we were told, were headed in our direction from the other road.
This was called “orienteering” and apparently the term was coined by the Swedish, who I guess are keen on running through unfamiliar terrain with a compass. It’s as good a hobby as any and better than most, because nothing gets you to pay attention like being lost. I figured that out as a kid. But my compass skills aren’t much these days.
A few shots from the Metlakatla Wilderness Trail, which is very clearly a trail, every step of the way and so, requires no real orienteering skills, but still you’ll get an orientation on the boat ride over. A bit of a soggy day so no one else there.
I did not bring a compass, but I did try to pay attention.