Hell's Backbone

Yep, it's pretty much as bad as it sounds.

We all decided to take a little afternoon drive.

We swapped Sierra for Halle just to mix things up a bit.

Jason led the way, however, he was just enough ahead of us to lose us when he rounded a bend and pulled into a scenic pullout as we zipped right on past him and on towards the beautiful town of Escalante--about 60 miles down the road. We could not figure out how we were not catching up to him. It was the craziest thing. When we finally ran out of gas as we pulled into Escalante, we noticed a brown sign and an arrow with the words: Hell's Backbone. It pointed to a little dirt road. We decided to take that route back to camp.

I'm sure glad we did. We saw some awesome sights.

(And we dealt with some car sickness.)

And 3 hours later we made it back to camp.

This is on the actual bridge. I am leaning over Cole because one wrong move and he would be 2,000 feet down the mountain in 2 seconds.

I was holding on to these 2 girls for dear life.