Family road trips, what are some of your best or worst memories whle traveling across the country with your family?

CW4 (Join to see) The Good, the Bad and the Ugly camping trip. Taking my family camping in the Blue Ridge Area of the Appalachian Mountains for the first time. I had done enough "camping" in the Army to last a lifetime. Then I remembered how my parents had taken our family camping in Maine, Green Mountains in New Hampshire, Adirondacks and Lake George in New York and the Great Smokey Mountains.
It was October about 14 years ago and we loaded up a tent and got to a camping site about dusk. I was the only one with "camping" experience so I set up the tent in the dark with the "help" of two of my sons. We were on a slope and sleeping in sleeping bags on foam mattresses. That night there was a tremendous thunderstorm with driving rain, the youngest son got between me and my wife who was down slope from me. Fear and loathing in the mountains of Virginia. [the Bad] Everybody was somewhat disgruntled because they were wet, cold and hungry. We started the camp stove and heated up a rudimentary breakfast. After we warmed up a bit we began exploring. The whitetail deer seem to know where they mingle freely with people without being shot by a gun or hit by arrows. My youngest son picked up an apple with stretched his arm out as far as it good go while a buck stretched its neck as far at it could toward the apple. I took a wonderful picture of my son, the apple and the buck just as the buck took it in its mouth [the Good] - unfortunately I don't have it scanned in. A moment later the buck promptly threw up the apple because it probably had eaten too many already [the Ugly].
LTC Stephen C., SPC (Join to see), SGT Forrest Stewart, PO3 Steven Sherrill, CW5 (Join to see)

Traveling from Augsburg, Germany to Venice, Italy, in a two-door Opel with my father, mother and 5 siblings. It didn't matter that we were packed like sardines, the countryside was beautiful. :) Happy Memories!

Best: Don't have any.
Worst: While in the 3rd grade, I went on a road trip from Louisiana to Nevada (3 days each way) with my mom and stepdad. Both were heavy smokers and they drove the entire way chain smoking with the windows rolled up. I was basically choking to death in the back seat the entire time. Whenever I'd ask them to roll down the windows so that I could breathe, they'd turn on the a/c and say "There, now you'll have some fresh air." It was brutal.