Technically, it’s a bikini.
Raised, as I was, to learn the ways of the woods old-skool, telling direction with nothing more elaborate than a stick, tracking lynxes and bobcats, and finding fresh water aided by the smell of unseen ferns, I cast a skeptical eye on modern technology dependent on batteries, satellites, and whether or not you’ve renewed your license on that sorry-ass copy of Outlook on your computer back home.
Not to mention the three hour hike around the lake that was invisible to the GPS. Remember, when you’re using one of those things in Canada you’re rather in the position Columbus was in; ie, you have a pretty good idea more or less where A is, and B as well, but you don’t exactly know what you’ll encounter when you try to connect those two dots, because nobody’s done it yet. What will you encounter? Almost certainly things. Like lakes. And barbed wire. And lynxes and bobcats.
So, for me, I prefer the old-skool tools. After all, a cigar may not always be a cigar or a rock a rock, but a stick is pretty much more or less always a stick and even when it’s not, you can usually get it to hold still long enough to work. Cold-blooded things such as stick insects and other items which spring to mind are known to slow down, even to the point of immobility, in Arctic conditions.
Surprisingly, if the temperatures are cold enough, you can even get a bikini to hold still long enough to be put to practical use.
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“Due to our proximity to the Magnetic North Pole, our compasses are currently going haywire, said navigator Ann Daniels. “The earth’s strong magnetic field on this part of the ocean means that the compass needle simply spins uselessly in its housing. As such, we’re currently relying on more traditional methods for day-to-day navigation, using the sun (for those few precious hours each day when it graces us with its presence), and using wind direction, as indicated by the panties…”
If only Franklin had toted a pair of these along on his fatal expedition, perhaps things might have gone very differently. While Gizmodo says there is no word on whether the woman pictured above actually wears the windsock panties when they are not otherwise occupied, certain of the more broad-minded among us (and I refer, of course, to myself) are wondering whether or not there might be any Englishmen among the team.

“If only Franklin had toted a pair of these along on his fatal expedition.”
Yes, ‘cos there’s often fine eatin’ in a pair of those.
I’m certain you have always found it so.
I received a GPS this past Christmas. Didn’t even give the thing a try — I too prefer “old-skool” hiking.
I think GPSes are most useful for hiding in the back of your ex’s car so you can stalk them. Whoops, did I say that out loud?
Also: look at that woman’s tie-dye gloves. She’s a hippie. Ain’t NO WAY those are her panties.
GPS? It’s great if you’re looking to get really, really lost. Or rapidly accelerate your car to 9.81 m/s. Oh, and if you want people who have no business in the woods to get really, really deep into them.
I was given a GPS unit one Christmas, but I put it somewhere and now I can’t find it.
Stalking exes, I say again; the only practical use for a GPS system!