It’s been raining up here for a little over a week. The hillsides are half burnt out from a harsh summer. The water runs down fast, fills the river to over-flowing. Small trees on the bank bend with the current. The water is brown, fast, and looks serious.
The road is mostly cut into the mountain. Signs warn of rock-slides. Impromptu waterfalls send small creeks of the pavement. The turns are sharp and the drop would be steep.
There’s a hangover in passenger seat. Home is ten hours away.