nowhere doesn't exist
You're always somewhere.
I was talking to a local friend the other night about the first -- and only -- time I ever went camping by myself. It was about nine years ago in BC well north of Vancouver, and it was at the end of the summer, the last weekend before the provincial campsites shut down for the season. There were signs of bear sightings EVERYWHERE. My cousin's husband had lent me his bear whistle, along with his brother's tent -- a tent I'd never set up before, which was obvious when it came time to set it up with only a few minutes to spare before the sun completely disappeared over the nearest mountain. I was in a hurry -- a BIG BIG HURRY. Nothing like a little adrenaline to erect a tent in 10 minutes or less.
Anyway, this story isn't about the time I went camping by myself, it was about taking a forest service road to get there (I ended up at the provincial site because I thought it would be safer, due to aforementioned bear sightings).
"Weren't you worried about getting lost?" my friend asked.
"That's what maps are for," I replied. "In those situations, you make sure you don't get lost."
I thought about that for a moment and laughed at the absurdity of what I was about to say.
"[Unlike meeting bears while camping] Getting lost is highly preventable! In fact, it is the most preventable situation you can be in!"