Look it up: It’s listed.
I was warned about this road in a tourist office at our last stop. We continued and I was oblivious to the warning. The woman told me I would have to drive this road at 10mph. Ha! I laugh in the face of danger! We had had an interesting conversation about Bears Ears which had just been reduced drastically in size by the current president. Yes, that idiot. But the woman agreed with her/not my president. States rights vs Fed. It made sense for a bit until I realized that there’s coal and uranium rights too. Give the critters a break… But, I digress.
I’m used to seeing signs with warnings for “curves” ahead. I should have suspected trouble when the curves were horizontal. The next big warning were the stickers plastered over the sign like a badge of courage/honor for those who had passed this way before. Poor “dumb” me. It’s a three mile unpaved road with hairpin switchbacks that drops 1000 feet to the valley below. If you are riding in the passenger/shotgun seat, it looks like a sheer drop every inch of the way. Hey! It is!
My passenger screamed all the way down. She denies it! She says she whimpered. I offered to let her out to walk. She replied, “Then you’ll die alone…” It was not even a difficult downhill ski slope. But the view at dusk was pretty spectacular. Too bad. Down was thrilling. Up would not have been so much fun. That “republican” woman!? Do you think she sent me this way on purpose?
Since we returned history has unfolded to reveal that Bears Ears was reduced so that hunting and cattle grazing could begin again. And, the mining interests – coal and uranium could begin again. Bastards! That’s simply disingenuous. I’ve seen pictures of the mining operations. I’ve read about health issues that followed. How many bombs do we need? I guess you follow the money. Preservation of nature is not a priority for some.
It’s too dangerous to go there now? The road to the airport was blown up shortly after Farid (orthopedics) traveled on it. And the window in Rida’s (ophthalmology) place were blown out by a bomb nearby. Farid goes there all the time. His family spends their summers there.
Back in 2013 my good friend Farid invited me to Lebanon. There was a wedding. I had not been invited to the wedding. It seems that invitation was optional. One of our Jeddah OR nurses was getting married. It seems there was a sort of open invitation. Farid was just there on scheduled vacation. He invited me to go. Okay? Why not? The wedding is a couple posts later. Meanwhile I stayed in a couple places.
The downtown apartment house of his mother’s had seen war. Yup. Bullet holes. Those are in the wall next to the bathroom. I showered there. It’s not every day you have bullet holes with your shower. We ate at a local fish place. I’m not a big fish eater. But the dessert was fruit – strawberries, grapes, watermelon….and Arabic coffee. The server saw me with my camera. He posed and we got a picture. Thanks. That was a happy ending…