'Death By GPS' Increasing In America's Wilderness 599
An anonymous reader writes "Every year, more and more Americans are dying in deserts and wildernesses because they rely on their GPS units (and, to some degree, their cellphones) to always be accurate. The Sacramento Bee quotes Death Valley wilderness coordinator Charlie Callagan: 'It's what I'm beginning to call death by GPS ... People are renting vehicles with GPS and they have no idea how it works and they are willing to trust the GPS to lead them into the middle of nowhere.'"
Re:Darwin would be proud. (Score:5, Funny)
I've been seeing this for decades now... (Score:4, Funny)
I was in the US Coast Guard from roughly 1990 to 2000, and GPS quickly became a very popular alternative to the older LORAN-C system used by recreational & commercial boaters alike. I did a number of patrols in Boston Harbor, which has a few very shallow spots in it. There are a couple places in particular where there are rocks just below the surface of the water at low tide, but if you have even the most basic level of understanding aids to navigation (bouys, etc) it's very easy to avoid those spots. There's one spot south of Logan Airport called "lower middle" that has rocks just below the waterline, but well marked channels guide boaters well around both sides of it.
I still clearly recall one summer day when we were on patrol and saw a small boat moving slowly through lower middle, pretty much directly toward where we knew the rocks were. We sped towards them as quickly as we could and tried to get their attention, but before we could we saw the unmistakable result of their boat hitting the rocks at a slow speed - the boat lurched a bit and the back kicked up noticeably. By the time we got close enough to them without putting our own boat in danger we could see oil starting to leak out around their engine.
When we told the operator that he was well outside the marked channels and that he had struck a rock that's clearly marked on all navigation charts, he simply replied, "Well my GPS told me to turn left here."
Bear Grylls don't need no stinkin' GPS (Score:5, Funny)
I suspect conspiracy. (Score:4, Funny)
A candy dispenser ball, filled with candies in big glass sphere, and a pretty poster over it, written in big friendly colorful letters:
Illiteracy reduction program
Re:Please take responsibility for your life. (Score:2, Funny)
Yep. Natural selection is still alive & well - assisted by computers giving bad directions. Reminds me of that Office episode:
GPS: "Turn here."
"Michael that's a lake!"
"But the GPS said turn here, so I'm turning here."
(vroom) - (splash)
When I was in Salt Lake city I tried to take an old road parallel to I-80, but when it started beating my car's suspension said "Screw this" and turned around. You have to use the computer God put in your frakking head!
How to Mess with OnStar (Score:5, Funny)
So if you're up there on those wintery roads and bored out of your mind, try this: Drive your OnStar equipped vehicle to the middle of a large frozen lake. Press the button. Continue driving in straight lines, occasionally stopping to make square left and right hand turns. Talk to the nice lady from India (or Southern California) who has never seen ice in any amount larger than a water pitcher, and tell her you're kind of lost.
GPS in a dark room? (Score:3, Funny)
Re:who can forget the nightmare of james kim (Score:2, Funny)
So, they used paper maps, didn't read them correctly, thought a town was 4 miles away when 16 miles away was a closed lodge, ignored warning signs about snowy roads, decided to not take a major interstate in bad weather, then didn't have the sense to turn around when the weather proved bad (this has happened to me, I've taken a route and said "fuck this going another way").
This is a tragedy indeed: he already has 2 kids.
Re:How to Mess with OnStar (Score:5, Funny)
Talk to the nice lady from India (or Southern California) who has never seen ice in any amount larger than a water pitcher, and tell her you're kind of lost.
No need to work that hard, just do what I did. Run out of gas in West Texas, say between Childress and Quanah [goo.gl]. Make it on a sunny 100-degree-plus Sunday afternoon in the middle of summer. You, too, can have a conversation with OnStar like I did!
Me (sheepish): I ran out of gas.
OnStar: We'll send someone right out.
Time passes...
OnStar: Sir, we show you near Childress, Texas, but I don't have any facilities there. What's the nearest larger town?
Me: This is West Texas, Ma'm. There are no larger towns.
They ended up sending out the county sheriff with a five-gallon jug of gas.
Bears Buy GPS Jammers (Score:4, Funny)