Like I said, we were covered in dust, and that night, it rained all night and into the morning. It didn't really improve matters that much, but, the good thing about it was there was no dust to speak of on our way out. Now, I said it was 13 miles into the campground. Somehow, we drove 26 miles just to get out of there, as we went a different way, since it was heading in the same direction to get back to the highway. Ron had his GPS set up to guide us and all in all, it was giving pretty accurate directions, until we turned on this one road instead of going straight. If we'd gone straight, it would have been another four miles to the highway, but, we turned left....when the GPS told us to turn at the next right, and there was no road, Ron knew we might have to turn around. So, we pulled up to a farmhouse, he got out and started walking up to ask how to get out of there. A guy was standing in his doorway and casually asked Ron, "are you lost?" He proceeded to tell Ron that all we had to do was drive down to the second road, turn right and it would eventually get us to the highway. So, we followed his advice and a few miles later we found the highway once again. While we were in that nowhere land, that we managed to drive out of, there were signs directing us all the way, except for that last turn. There were also street signs posted even though the "streets" were just dirt roads or trails. It did seem odd...