The first two pictures only can give you a taste of what the road to the campground was like. The one lane bridge should give you a hint along with the 10 mph turn. It was a steep, narrow, potholed road. If we had met another rig or truck someone was going to have to unhook the car in order to back up (can't back up with car in tow). Fortunately, no one was on the road except for us. When we got to the campground we had a decent place to park; however, couldn't level the moho without wheels being off the ground which we didn't do.
Hard to see in the picture but Tim ran over the metal fire ring and did some damage to the car. He was able to bang the fender back into place. When we left the next morning I followed him down the hill and hooked up there. Decided we didn't want to chance meeting
someone coming up the hill. Left Cloverdale and took the Hwy 128 exit to Ft. Bragg. Didn't get any pictures of that part of the trip...was too busy sucking air. Oh my God, if I had been
the one driving we still wouldn't be in Ft. Bragg cause I would be pushing it. Between meeting logging trucks that go 90mph and twisty, curvy roads I was ready for a double wine with lunch.
