I asked Mike to drive the Mariposa Grove this morning. We were planning on seeing the giant redwoods. I hate driving and would rather be chauffeured in most cases.
Of course the road happens to be 35 miles long to the Wawona where the Grove is. I forget that this is not just a straight shot like driving from Watertown to Syracuse or something but rather between 5000 to 6000 feet on the side of a mountain. There are no guard rails - just inches between me and certain death at the bottom of Yosemite Valley.
Now Mike will tell you that he was driving the speed limit and paying attention to the winding road but some else my truth/imagination will tell you the exact opposite.
For 35 miles, I continually told Mike to stop looking away from the road, drive slower as I leaned and swayed, gasping for air. This is a trick I learned from my mom. When she becomes anxious while my Father drives, she gasps and literally takes all the air out of the car.
For my part, I took some pictures of the signs to prove to you that my rental car had become a death trap on the way to the Sequoias. Each of these signs were repeatedly located on the road and I swear some were specially made just for this route.
Surprisingly we survived both parts of the trip.
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