Agency

When we put Agency into Google Maps, it directed us down a gravel road. But when the gravel stopped, so did we, thanks to our regrettable experience trying to get to Fidelity through a mudhole. 

Zed, Matt, and I walked about half a mile further, down an unmaintained dirt road lined by haybales, sunflowers, and barbed wire fences. We got as close as we could to where the GPS said Agency should be, and seeing no sign of human civilization, raced back to the van. (Matt won, but I just barely edged out Zed on the homestretch.)