I’m sure you will get lots of mail about the GPS story. My best (or worst) incident was in Virginia a few years ago, programmed in a cave my wife wanted to visit. Two-lane blacktop to gravel and then to true cow path that ended at the barn. “Happens all the time,” was our greeting. It’s known in our group as “going where you shouldn’t.”
Nil illigitimi carborundum.
Ken, I’ve had a few similar experiences, but fortunately mine haven’t ended in disaster, unlike those unfortunate souls that have driven off cliffs or into lakes.