
This was the end of the line. A washout had left the "road" a jumbled heap of beachball sized boulders, with no discernable line I could place the tires on. So, in the interest of saving the undercarriage, I turned around and went back. This meant reversing through a tangle of similar, but less numerous rocks, but we got through with only one crunch.

Great scenery. Steep loose switchbacks, no runoff. Fun.

This was an impromptu little picnic area, nice place for a little break to let the differential cool down.

Spines and spurs of rock, a road carved into the hillside, washouts, precise driving to place the wheels and protect the underside, for miles.
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