I've told this story before...
I moved to California (San Jose) at the very end of Dec 2000. Obviously this was right before the 2001 Rose Bowl with Purdue, so I got tickets and planned to meet my buddies down there. I couldn't get into my apartment until something like January 6.
So I filled my car and my sister (and her husband's) truck, left Chicago to go to their place on Lake of the Ozarks, and then they drove with me out to San Jose because they wanted to look at a boat somewhere in the Pac NW. We went to KC, drive north through a blinding snowstorm on I-29 until hitting Lincoln IIRC, then jumped on I-80 west. Could have used "The Club" and taken a nap through NE and eastern WY because the road was so straight. End up heading through WY/UT/NV/CA to get to San Jose. One night, drop all my crap in a storage unit, and then I'm heading down to LA.
I didn't have a cellphone. I was in a state that I'd never been except for my job interview. My "map" was basically a foldable CA map. I was supposed to meet my buddies at a Purdue pep rally thing somewhere off Wilshire Blvd in LA. I'm headed down Hwy 101 and stop off for gas and to use a pay phone to call my ONE buddy with a cell phone in Ventura, and ask the guy at the gas station how to find this place off Wilshire in LA. He looked at me like "why the **** would I know that?! This is Ventura!"
I ended up making my way into LA, exit Wilshire, pulling up right behind a (IIRC) Ferrari 360 Modena while I'm in my 1985 Chrysler LeBaron Turbo thinking "I don't belong here", finding my way to the pep rally, locating my friends, and that was the start of a great time (other than not winning the game).
No internet. No Google Maps. No cell phone (except for *one* buddy). And yet it all worked out.
I don't think today's kids could do that. Hell, I'm not sure that *I* could still do that.
The world has changed.