Apparently, in my case, being burned once by the GPS in the Upper Peninsula wilderness wasn't enough. As the disembodied voice told me to turn right, I knew after one glance down the one-lane track that something was amiss, but then thought that it might be doable. Should have gone with the first thought. Everything was just peachy until the big sand pit about a mile and a half into the woods. Every try digging a tire out of sand with a Croc? Not so bad except for the kid whining about the bugs, the heat, the sand and the as yet unseen bears. Shortly after making the decision to stay put and sleep in the CRV for the night and walk out to the "main" dirt road in the morning, a nice older couple and their dog showed up to pull us out. Sent them off with a lovely wooden bowl as a thank-you. Pre-GPS meant relying on my own senses, which never failed me. Plan on permanently going that route in the future. My adventure book has enough chapters already.