Our last night on the trek in the wagon across America, did not start out well. The sun had set and we were late in locating out campground, Dad took a wrong turn on the way to the campsite. Once he realized the error in reading the map in the dark, we were on a single lane road climbing up the mountain…with no space to turn around. Mom was on the outside looking down…way down into the valley below. She did not like heights. She was not happy. It did not help that we kept pointing out the distant, tiny lights way below.
No way to back down with the trailer. There was nothing to do but keep heading up. And UP. And UP. We were doomed.
Finally we reached the end of the road at a fire tower. And there was room to turn around. We were saved.