I offered to do driving duty in the mountains because it didn't give me anxiety, so I took the keys and off we went. It is so beautiful there. I spotted about a million antique shops and places I wanted to stop along the way, but we couldn't do that.
Our plan was to head straight to the house we rented for the weekend and unload the car. Man, oh man..when I say this house was at the top of the mountain, I mean it. We literally couldn't drive any further up because it was a private drive beyond our road. It was, well, a typical mountain road. There were twists and turns and steep hills and sharp curves and it was nerve-wrecking to say the least. I had to keep my map in one hand while driving so I could figure out where to go.
We did as we were told, which led us to a little walking trail near where our incident occurred. It actually turned out to be a bit of a blessing because we walked along the river a bit, some people got to stick their feet in the water, and we had a nice little nature walk until we could drive the car again.
|Part of the group is sitting down below, waiting. The far right arrow on the bottom is pointing to them.|