We just say, Don't worry. I've got a pretty good sense of direction, and since that must be north, I knew which way to turn. After seeing the same scenery for three or four wrong-turn circles, we reiterate this fact. That's mainly because I couldn't catch up with the spunky young lasses who were always about 30 feet ahead of me in the maze of corn and custom-cut paths. This commercial venture includes more than 2 miles of paths, and spreads across several acres of a field.
Corn is planted and then monitored.
This year's maze roughly outlines a Conestoga Wagon, the contours of which are supposed to help you solve your way out. I didn't mess with all that. I just figured that since we entered on a side I identified as south, we would probably exit on the east. After all, that would let us walk right back to our starting point without any confusing traffic from others coming in. So the whole time I was in the maze, I just tried to head in a direction I identified as east.