Loose dirt climbs filled with big rocks was the norm throughout the park. And while a blown axleshaft slowed down Daystar's Trent McGee in the morning, he was back powering through the trail by lunch time.

Loose dirt climbs filled with big rocks was the norm throughout the park. And while a blow

Day 7: Friday, July 9
A BoatLoad Of Rigs
With the ground saturated after a long night of heavy rain, we packed in our camping gear one last time. Friday is highly anticipated by many of the campers, since it brings the guarantee of a real bed and shower at the end of the day. But before we could get to our fine hotel digs we had to make it through one more surprise-filled road day.

Not long after we exited the park, residual damage from yesterday's hardcore trails began to show up in a few of the rigs. Hit with a mix of death wobble, loose bolts, and wobbly tires, the group was forced to split up so that the rigs with issues could get fixed and then meet up with the pack.

While the UA is for the most part a finely tuned machine, some things Mother Nature won't let you plan for.

Since the late 1800s, the Millersburg Ferry has been offering an easy way across the mile-wide Susquehanna River. In historic Millersburg we had hoped to travel across the river on this classic car shuttle, but the water level was just too low.

Since the late 1800s, the Millersburg Ferry has been offering an easy way across the mile-

So when the Susquehanna River was running a little low, it meant that our group would have to forgo the opportunity to ride across on the classic Millersburg paddle ferry. Though we did get a chance to walk about the classic riverboat ferry, we had no choice but to drive around to what would have been the ferry drop-off. This ferry detour sent the group through a small camping and RV community along the riverbank. And even though the locals were sure some of our larger 4x4s could easily drive across the river's rocky bed, we opted to keep our rigs out of any fishy situations.

Since our schedule was now a little out of whack, we made the best of it by getting our feet wet down by the river courtesy of the park manager, Shaun, and checking out the locals' modified river toys. Once we had all the splashing around and dime-store candy we could handle, we made one last parade through the campground and back onto the rolling blacktop.

We cut over the Potomac River and through Maryland, and a few gas stops, some luscious green countryside, and a lot of winding roads later we ended our day at the Marriot hotel in Winchester, Virginia. This early evening arrival gave the crew a chance to clean up and grab a nice bite to eat, and left us all in suspense over what the last day would have in store.