Wasn't that long ago, I pulled the Rand McNally off the shelf, sat down with pen and paper and wrote down road names, exit #, "turn right, go 3 blocks, turn left". I covered thousands of miles with a couple of sheets of paper.
Combined with a pigeon-like sense of magnetic north, sometimes transcribing the directions was enough to get me to my destination by dead reckoning.
GPS is easier, but it makes me sad. That wayfinding helped define me.
I was very good at it. It is a talent with many day to day applications. Ladies were amazed, and offered themselves to me with wanton abandon.