Fred Bohm takes the high road in Western Colorado.
“Uhhh… there’s a what?” I stammer out in stupefied confusion. “Yea, right behind you. Comes all the way to the top.” Our newfound friend eagerly feeds us the locals’ inside information. “All the way from the bottom? All the way to the top?” Bryce points off the cliff that our camp is so precariously perched on. “Like a road you can drive on, with a car?”