I entirely agree Whirly. One of the many pleasures involved in taking my wife to Burgundy by Bulldog last year was that which I experienced when I found the tiny airstrip on a hill which was our destination, in the right place, at the right time, having got there by DR navigation alone. It was an equivalent, almost tactile, pleasure to that I experienced some years ago when sighting the harbour lights after a night crossing under sail of the Straits of Gibraltar. These old fashioned skills possess a virtue of their own. Crikey, next thing I know I'll be joining CAMRA and going Morris dancing.
As for tying up the resources of D&D because your kit has packed up and you can't be bothered to find yourself, well.... A wind up, perhaps?