I drove. After over one year of not getting behind the wheel, white knuckles and many prayers later, I did it. Remember my previous mentions of being too terrified to drive here? Well, about 2 hours into our trip, Jon’s sprained back flared up to a point where it was the safest option that I drive.
With lots of prayer and with Jon as my very patient coach, 7 hours later, we arrived, safe and sound.
There was that one episode in the gorge, where the buckled asphalt had a sharp incline and I stalled…and then probably tried about 15 times to get off the hill, but we won’t talk about that moment. :)
Jon said this is the best spot to learn to drive stick, because after a road like this, anything else will feel like a joy ride.
The scenery didn’t disappoint.
Rainy season brings this incredible lushness...
Along with some really difficult terrain.
Now, if I can just pass my driver’s test (and remember to shift even when Jon doesn’t tell me) a whole new world is open to me. ;)