Overland isn’t a place you can map on a GPS. It isn’t called out with any special icon in your gazetteer. You can’t check in there on your phone, but when you get there you’ll know it, and you’ll snap a photo, and maybe when you get back to civilization you’ll post that photo to the socials and everyone will love it. But the photo won’t do it justice. No matter, when you’re shuffling guide books around, or changing your oil or packing up the camping gear you’ll remember, and it’ll draw you back like the wafting scent of a warm pie on the windowsill.