The only time I was ever truly lost (knock wood) was in deep woods in the deep south while on a hunting trip with friends. It was a foggy morning with no hint of direction since there were no shadows. I knew if I walked far enough I'd eventually hit either the river or a hiway. At some point I came upon a house with cars parked around it and headed there to ask directions. It wasn't until I was right up to the house that I realized
I'd actually stumbled my way right back to our hunting camp!
That experience taught me just how easy it is to become disoriented in an unfamiliar place.
Having once been a volunteer with the local Search and Rescue organization, I also saw how easily people get lost when they wander from a well-worn trail and strike out on their own.