Greasing around on mud is a terrible feeling and 4 wheel drive doesn't matter when gravity dictates which way your van goes on snake snot roads.
While Jen and Jonathan were doing their awesome epic self rescue- my wife and I had a not nearly as gnarly situation in Utah.
We camped near Bears Ears about 4 miles in from pavement and had over an inch of rain overnight despite the forecast of "showers".
Wednesday I scouted the track out for a ways and it seemed kinda wet and sketchy but tried to drive out anyway.
After 5 minutes the sand turned to clay and we were hosed for any kind of traction.
We were slopping around down the mud and as soon as the road went slightly off level the rear end slid down into the bank while the front wheels stayed higher and there we were at a 45 degree angle with the left quarter panel rubbing against the bank and roots.
Luckily there was a brief sandy patch and we got enough traction to get centered again.
We camped right there for the next day and a half till the roads dried out enough to hit the highway.
No damage except for a scuffed rear panel and a big scare for what could have been more dire consequences.
A lesson I've had before got ignored about muddy roads.
We should have stayed at the higher campsite all along till it was dry enough but impatience got the better of common sense...