Anne Pugmire
Anne is the curator of this blog dedicated to helping you know the wonders of bringing the wide world of nature and the outdoors into your heart and soul.
Anne is the curator of this blog dedicated to helping you know the wonders of bringing the wide world of nature and the outdoors into your heart and soul.
Be Expert with Map & Compass Book by Björn Kjellström
Survivor Kid: A Practical Guide to Wilderness Survival by Denise Long
Finding Your Way Without Map or Compass by Harold Gatty
Navigation Games Non-profit with the mission of providing fun, education, and active outdoor experiences through the sport of orienteering.
– World’s highest motorable road – Umling La or Umlingla Pass in Ladakh region of Jammu and Kashmir – at 5,883 meters or 19,300 feet above sea level.
– World’s lowest motorable road – Route 90 in Israel passing along the western bank of the Dead Sea at a -423 meters or 1,388 feet below sea level (Note: there are lower elevations but this is considered the lowest motorable road.)
– Straightest Road – The Eyre Highway in Australia that is a 90 mile stretch of road without a single curve – which pales beside highway 10 in Saudi Arabia – 140 miles of straight blacktop with only a slight bend near the Emirati border.
– Most crooked road – Lombard Street in San Francisco still retains that honor according to the Guinness World Record Book – it’s 8 hairpin turns equal 1,440 degrees of curved road in only 400 meters, and it has a mandatory 5 mph speed limit.
– Longest road – the Pan American Highway that links both North and South American except for a 100 km distance called the Darien Gap – the approximate length is 48,000 km or 29,826 miles.
– Oldest road – a stone paved road in a desolate corner of Egypt linking a basalt quarry to a waterway for transportation – estimates put it at 4,600 years old.
“Some beautiful paths can’t be discovered without getting lost.”
“There’s more to getting to where you’re going then just knowing there’s a road.”
Joan Lowery Nixon, In The Face of Danger
“It’s your road, and yours alone. Others may walk it with you, but no one can walk it for you.”
I stand on the windy uplands among the hills of Down
With all the world spread out beneath, meadow and sea and town,
And ploughlands on the far-off hills that glow with friendly brown.
And ever across the rolling land to the far horizon line,
Where the blue hills border the misty west, I see the white roads twine,
The rare roads and the fair roads that call this heart of mine.
I see them dip in the valleys and vanish and rise and bend
From shadowy dell to windswept fell, and still to the West they wend,
And over the cold blue ridge at last to the great world’s uttermost end.
And the call of the roads is upon me, a desire in my spirit has grown
To wander forth in the highways, ‘twixt earth and sky alone,
And seek for the lands no foot has trod and the seas no sail has known:
For the lands to the west of the evening and east of the morning’s birth,
Where the gods unseen in their valleys green are glad at the ends of the earth
And fear no morrow to bring them sorrow, nor night to quench their mirth.
Create a backyard treasure hunt using clues that require compass readings or rely on cardinal directions – north, south , east, west.
To make a map for players to follow print out an online Google maps picture of your yard (or park – wherever you choose to do this). Use a colored pen to mark compass points on the map so that players can orient themselves to their surroundings.
Keep instructions simple.
You can create a map for each player, leading to an individual treasure, or divide players up into teams for a team treasure hunt.
Players can use a compass, a GPS device, or phone to point them in the right direction, or if they are especially observant, their own observations of the sun.
When the treasure has been found, challenge the players to create their own treasure map. Trade maps with another player and follow the clues to a new treasure.
Favorite treasures at our house have been edibles packed in Ziplocs, but a close second was a plaster of paris turtle my mother painted in garish colors that could be buried and reburied a hundred times without altering its appearance.