Well, like I was saying, the Mog seemed capable of anything. It turned giant boulders into little pebbles, and eight foot cliffs I could hardly climb myself into gentle slopes. That is until Jason tried driving up one that was just a little bit too tall. When he realized he wasn't going to make it, he let his Mog roll back down the hill. The problem was, he was in a sort of valley, and had been going up one side. As he went down, his left rear wheel rolled up on the far side of the valley, leaving the right rear wheel totally suspended. Those who have had simple physics courses can guess what happened next. Suffice to say, Mark and Shad and I will go to our graves with a picture of Jason clinging to his steering wheel as his Mog slowly rolled onto it's side around him. It was a good thing everyone had brought their tow straps. Between the two other vehicles, we were able to right Jason's fairly easily. However, the incident has left it's scars on the Mog.