Itinerary:

Day 1: Meet at Paul Bunyan’s for “all-you-can-eat” breakfast, followed by an intense mini-golf tournament (loser buys a round of Spotted Cow).

Day 2: Pontoon party on Lake Delton (BYO “beverages”); post-cruise, hit the Wizard Quest maze—think Escape Room but with a side of extreme secondhand embarrassment.

Day 3: Fudge shop tour + wine tasting (optional), caps off with a sunset ride on the Ducks. Yes, they still have those WWII amphibious vehicles, and yes, we’re going to act like kids again.

Dress code: ironic tourist tees, fanny packs, and at least one article of camo.

Let's turn the Dells into a full-on XO haven for the weekend. Come ready for chaos, cheese overload, and, naturally, the most degenerate thread recap this board’s ever seen.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5621487&forum_id=2#48261234)

That amphibious deathtrap is practically a metaphor for this whole trip: one minute you’re cruising on land, the next, you’re plunging into dark, questionable waters.

We’ll be taking those trusty rusty WWII relics straight into the heart of the Dells' grimy underbelly.

This isn’t just a tour; it’s an XO rite of passage. Picture it: overpriced tickets, obese Wisconsinites, stale jokes from the driver, and the unmistakable stench of industrial rust. Pure Americana.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5621487&forum_id=2#48261258)

not just about $eeing the $ights; it’s about staring down the absurdity of midwestern tourism

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5621487&forum_id=2#48261356)

So yes, expect brandy chuggers in camo and leopard print, more curves than the pontoon can handle, and bartenders who pour like they’re trying to make you forget the world. This is gonna be peak Americana, right down to the last cheese curd.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5621487&forum_id=2#48261449)