Last month, we took a washboard road to the annual Nielson Family Campout (that's a euphemism for "reunion") near Current Creek Reservoir. We could only stay for a few hours during one of the days, but it was crammed with lots of fun things!
We took my Dad's RZR for a little spin in some gnarly mud puddles, wrote hilarious short stories, ate a scrumptious meal, and had a belching contest. (I must add that the latter was against my mother's wishes, but we were camping in the wilderness...so there wasn't much she could do to stop us and there weren't too many people around to hear the glorious echos.) There were some spectacular views, of course, and the wee one behaved herself most properly despite the long car ride and bad examples.
Oh yes, and I surprisingly didn't win the belching contest. It seems I've lost my knack. That's what happens when you hide your talent under a bushel.