Yesterday was the most difficult day so far – even worse than Wyoming, which was a walk in the park comparatively. There are a lot of mountains all up in the way when driving to the Oregon Coast and not a lot of ways to get across them.
We could either dip way south and drive up, or drive way up and come down. OR! Look – the map shows a teeeny, tiiiiiny red road that seems to cut across to exactly where we want to go.
Note: No more teeeeny, tiiiiiiiny red roads on the Adventure.
I have lived in Colorado my whole life. Mountain passes ain’t nothing but a thang. Until yesterday, when we were cruising along on our little two-lane, no shoulder, no traffic tiny red road, blasting Lenny Kravitz and all of a sudden encountered a sign that said 10% Downgrade Next 6 Miles.
NOW we were on a little two-lane, no shoulder, no traffic tiny road that was covered in snow and ice and had a very scary drop off about 3 inches away. And we were going down at what felt like a 45 degree angle.
Oh, and no guardrails. What’s up, Oregon? I gotta pay extra because I’m not allowed to pump my own gas in this state, but you can’t spring for a few guardrails?
I moved the car from Drive to 3. Then to 2. Then to Low. I white-knuckled it down the side of that freaking mountain going 10 miles an hour, chanting to myself “just don’t look, just don’t look” at the side of the cliff and telling Jim to pray.
And when we finally made it to the bottom, I burst into tears. I kept blubbering “I was so scared, I was so scared, I was so scared.”
I was, y’all. I was SO SCARED.
Thanks to everyone who has been praying for us. I felt it yesterday.