Three teens I knew (students of mine from 2004-5, I think) were running away. I decided to join them, with the intention of notifying their parents of their whereabouts. They left at dusk, on foot, following roads over wooded hills.
We stopped in at a Catholic church where Mass was underway. The priest made some snarky comments about our late arrival - it turned out the service was almost over. I approached him afterward to explain and apologize. He cut me off, saying, "I know, you didn't want to fill out the survey, right?" No, I said, we didn't know anything about a survey; in fact, we hadn't even known this church was here until we arrived in the area and decided to drop in. That changed his tune. He apologized for his earlier remarks and welcomed us to the parish.
We continued forward. I kept an eye on my phone, making sure I had enough battery charge to call parents later, and checking out the local portals in Ingress. There were a surprising number of them for an area with such low population density, and many had been claimed by a third faction whose portals appeared red on the scanner. Most were very weak, though; perhaps it had been been a while since any other players passed through.
We came to an apartment complex opposite a high school. A friendly family at the apartments invited us in for some food, but one of my companions was wary. That school was right across the street. If we stuck around, would he be expected or forced to attend? The whole point of this endeavor was to escape such things. So we moved on.
On the road again, now dark, I spotted my parents driving up the mulch-covered path in a beat-up old sedan. I waved them down and hopped in. Dad hailed one of the kids, driving alongside. "Are you walking? Wouldn't you rather drive?" The teen, annoyed, stated that they were purposely going on foot. "But do you know about the stacking technique?" Dad pressed. If they lashed a mattress to the top of the car, it would carry several more passengers.