when I looked down from the overlook, at the switchbacks we would go down, my stomach dropped out from under me. I am afraid of heights. I was going to refuse to go, but I 'made' myself agree to it, since as I get older it seems easier and easier to bug out of anything 'scary', and I don't like that trend.
I was the driver, so I kept my eyes glued on the road ahead , and at one point my husbands said, "Caroline, breathe!". But, after we negotiated a couple of the pinched hairpin turns, I realized that it wasn't really dangerous. a stock trailer passed us going up (tricky to find a place wide enough in the road to pass, tho).
the remaining 18 miles of dirt road was much more challenging to drive. you had to really watch where each wheel was to avoid bottoming out, and go through some patches of loose , fine sand. But, the views were nonestop gorgeous!! I have many photos . .. to many.