Hang Gliding

I was in a southern state, maybe by myself. At some point near what could have been a bus depot I decided to hang glide home instead of taking the bus. I spoke with someone before leaving about how the air current would take me north and they made a sarcastic but true comment about how that would be silly. I was in the air, flying over pastures and green space when I decided to land to check on my progress. It turns out that I was really in Alabama. I wandered around a small town for a time wondering if I should panhandle or ask someone to use their phone. I could decide if I could potentially use the glider to get back home again.