Monday, January 12, 2015

My Fears

This past weekend I was in Northern California. My husband had a business meeting, and I tagged along. We had a long 4 day weekend - a Mini-vacation. Our first vacation without our kids in 15 years. Our weekend was jammed packed with lots of sight seeing in the San Francisco area.  

Street car rides, Fisherman's Wharf, Chinatown, Lombard Street, Sonoma County Coast, Vineyards and Wineries, Wine Tasting, Yosemite National Park

Unfortunately, the Rubicon Trail was not on the itinerary for this trip. But that really didn't matter to me since some parts of the trail are closed because of snow and storm damage. I would rather drive the trail when it is warmer so I can enjoy the scenery. 

So back to my dilemma. We decided to spend our last day visiting Yosemite National Park. As we drove East towards the Sierra Nevada's along Highway 120, we came upon a very, very curvy road up a mountain right outside Moccasin, California.

I do believe this is the scariest road I have ever been on in my life. It went on for about five miles of very sharp turns up the side of a mountain about 6,000 feet up. The whole way the speed limit was 20 mph. 

As my husband drove slowly up this winding mountain road I held on to the grab handle and the center console with a death grip.

I have a fear of heights. I am actually crying in this picture. At points I became paralyzed with fear.  

There were spots in the road on the turns where there was no guard rail and there was no room for any error as the drop was straight down. I bet I dropped the "F-Bomb" a hundred times and screamed at my husband to slow down several more. I think this drive up New Priest Grade Road was worse then the roller coaster ride, The Intimidator, I road on this past summer.  

After our visit to the park it was time to head back down the mountain to San Francisco. I wasn't quite sure I would make it back down that winding road. But my husband came to the rescue by finding a mini bottle of my favorite wine at the Yosemite Camp Store. 

Whether it was the wine or the fact that the passenger side of the car was not on the outside of the road, the trip down wasn't nearly as bad. 

This whole experience had me wondering if I would be able to make the drive to the Rubicon Trail. And more importantly will I be able to drive the trail itself. 

We did decide that maybe if I were driving it might be a whole different experience since I would feel more in control of the vehicle. 

Maybe I will need to be hypnotized before I hit the Rubicon Trail. Or maybe there won't be scary as hell roads like this on the Rubicon Trail.

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