Imagine a world without cellphones. I know, it's hard to do. Most of us would rather lose a limb than our iPhone.
So when the locals say, flat out, "Your cellphone won't work up here," some travelers might get a little queasy.
But there are dead zones — whole swaths of land right here in America where you'll be incommunicado — at least via cell. Last month, I was in just such a last frontier, in the Adirondack North Country. I arrived at Garnet Hill Lodge in North Creek, N.Y., just after nightfall; the innkeeper showed me around, pointing to the game room where, on a table in one corner, I would find the one working phone for guests. It was a boxy, olive green model, and just lifting the handset could build up your triceps. It had push buttons.
The anti-smartphone.
The next morning, I had a 10 a.m. appointment for a tour in Tupper Lake, N.Y. On my way out, I asked the innkeeper how long it would take to get there; she estimated a little more than an hour, and offered to draw me a map. I told her I didn't need one. I get directions from my cellphone's GPS.
You know where this is going, right?
I typed Tupper Lake in as my destination on Google Maps and hit "go." Watched as the little animated arrow went around and around until finally informing me there was "No connection available." Oh, OK. I drove some more, away from the mountainside and toward houses and paved two-lane roads. No matter. No connection.
Connection to what? Wi-Fi? I was in my car, not a Starbucks. Didn't this thing have GPS? Hadn't I heard that Google Maps knew where I was all the time, everywhere?