Ha! Reminds me of my first Orienteering Class back in the ‘90’s. The final was a trail, taken individually. I, too, ended up under the power lines. Stayed put and hollered like heck. I feel for her, but I think she’ll be just fine.
The first was the first rally event I volunteered for. It was in the late fall, cold and snowing.
As a new volunteer, my job was to block a road so no one would come on the race course.
A team from Ireland had a shifter cable break just as they arrived in front of me.
I quickly hitched on and yanked their car off the road before the next competitor arrived.
This was rather important as the cars were coming over a blind crest of a hill at over 100 MPH.
I got permission to pull him back to the service area after the stage ended.
The sun had set and it was pitch dark in a winter wonderland.
There was going to be another stage on the same road shortly, so I had to detour on logging roads for over 50 miles.
Every few miles I stopped so the driver and navigator could switch off and warm up.
After a couple of hours of dragging them through swamps and over mountains, the driver asked me if I knew where I was going?
I responded, yes, precisely. I was taking the shortest route possible while avoiding the race stages.
He asked, my God, just how big is this forest?
I said, roughly 450 by 900 miles or so.
My God! That's bigger than Ireland he said.
I told him, yes, and if you had taken a wrong turn, you could have been off on some little used spur road. Maybe in a few years hunters or loggers might have found their bones.
He was quite amazed at the situation. The lights of Berlin (New Hampshire)then began to glow in the distance.
In another 45 minutes or so we were at the service area.
“Reminds me of my first Orienteering Class back in the ‘90’s.”
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Pro-tip if it’s daytime: The sun goes from east to west.