We rented a two-bedroom cabin for Memorial Day Weekend because I snore and my son, just back from an 18-month deployment in the Persian Gulf with the Navy, needed his own room. He wanted to see mountains and trees, something he missed in Bahrain.
After driving hundreds of miles, we arrived only to find a note stating the cabin had power issues, and our host had moved us to a smaller, one-room cabin. This left our son no choice but to sleep in the back of our Jeep Wrangler. Our efforts to contact the host were futile, and a visit to their home was met with barking dogs.
Mineral King Rd., notorious for its treacherous conditions, is not safe to navigate in the dark. We waited until dawn to get the hell out of there.
The night was filled with helplessness, leaving us feeling unsafe and anxious—an experience we wouldn't wish on anyone.