Ditto. I live by a bunch of woods that have rocky slopes down to small creeks, less than a foot or so of water. It calls my name every time I drive by them. All I see is rough terrain, rocks going down to said creek, and rocks coming back up to said rough terrain.

It just says "Summit, come get some. You know the Revo couldn't do it. You know the E-Maxx couldn't do. Do you really think the Summit can conquer this!! Hunh! Do ya!!" OK not really, but it is calling for me to come and play on it.