Several years ago I landed out in a somewhat populated area (not your average cow pasture 50 miles from civilization, but near town). A sheriff car stopped on the road about 200 yards away and I walked over to meet them. They were curious about why a glider would land there, but when I explained that sometimes we don't read the wind right and can't get home to the airport one sheriff turned to the other and said, "hey, just like hot air balloons! They are at the mercy of the wind!" I didn't disabuse them of the notion -- just asked them to stop traffic when the trailer arrived so we could do a U-turn in the road and drive out to the glider. No harm no foul.