I don’t get why you guys are referring to this as being lost. If you know where you are, you aren’t lost. The whole idea of being lost is that you don’t know how to get back. That’s what I can’t understand finding enjoyable, not knowing whether you’ll stumble upon something familiar and find yourself again.
I’ll admit I never liked even this lesser version of being lost, though. As a kid, I always preferred to “explore” by taking things apart. I could find the outdoors beautiful, but never really fascinating. It’s how things work that fascinated me.
What is “getting lost” then? Most people know what city the are in. And most of the time, we have at least a notion of what area or neighborhood we are in. Most cities have things like rivers and major roads that block you from wandering too far. So I consider “lost” to be where I don’t know what street I’m on or how it relates to landmarks that I know, but I’m not necessarily completely disoriented. I probably have an idea of what general direction to head to get back to something I know.
I’ve never gotten lost someplace challenging, but I got a mite bewildered last summer in southern Wisconsin. It was mid-day so the shadows weren’t helping, it was corn everywhere so there were no landmarks, and I wasn’t familiar with any of those stupid County A,B,C roads that those cheeseheads have. I kept going what I thought was east, expecting to run into a north-south I’d recognize, and I did. And it showed me I was heading west. Quick mental adjustment and I was off to find a bathroom. Folks object to you peeing on their corn.
But it was fun because I was lost for the first time in decades.
Sufficient time, shelter and supplies takes the pressure off, making being lost rather enjoyable, be it remote wilderness canoeing or driving for a couple of days on back roads. Being lost is just the flip side of exploring.