Mateo Gets Lost on Purpose
Mateo had never been lost on purpose before. At the orienteering meet, every runner got a map, a compass, and a card with a grid of small boxes. Hidden around the park were nine orange and white flags. Beside each flag hung a tiny punch, and the pattern it made on your card proved that you had been there.
"Walk it first, run it later," said Coach Imani. "Find north, turn the map to match, and then look for the next flag."
Mateo did not listen. He sprinted straight toward the first flag and ended up in a patch of brambles. The map said the flag stood near a boulder, but the park seemed to have a dozen boulders. His ears felt hot. The other runners were already vanishing into the trees.
So he stopped, took a long breath, and did what the coach had said. He turned the map until the red end of the needle pointed the same way as north on the paper. Suddenly the creek on the map sat on his left, just like the real creek. He picked out a stump, then a fallen log, and then a boulder with an orange flag on top.
Click went the punch.
Mateo found seven of the nine flags and finished near the back. But he had learned to read the land like a book, and he could hardly wait for the next meet.