The compass app fallacy on the Appalachian Trail in Maine
I keep seeing folks out here with their phones out trying to follow a GPS line through the boulders and blowdowns north of the 100-Mile Wilderness. Last October I watched a guy spend 20 minutes fighting a spotty signal near the Bigelow range while his buddy just read the paper map and walked right around the problem. The thing is, the trail itself is usually marked well enough, but the second you bushwhack for a water source or a campsite, the phone lies to you about your pace and direction. It might be fine on a sunny afternoon in Shenandoah, but in thick tree cover with a wet screen, it's worse than useless. I found my old Silva compass in a drawer last month and took it on a two-night loop, and I never once felt the panic that comes with a dead battery. Why are we treating a fragile tool as the only one that matters, when a 10 dollar compass and a folded map weigh less and work forever?