Allow me a confession, first rattle out of the box. Growing up in northeast Ohio, my formative years were not spent off-roading with family. Oh, we had four-wheel-drive pickups. We had snow and mud. My father and I hunted in both, but we just didn’t off-road. Didn’t need to, which, looking back now, was a good thing.
When I moved to rural southwest Washington, I soon learned off-roading would become a way of life, so to speak, if I wanted to access the very best places to hunt, fish, camp, gather mushrooms ... . To put