The drive to the camp site was treacherous. Driving on single lane winding dirt roads with cliffs only inches away and not site of a guard rail. My heart was racing and I started sweating. I was not sure if I should be more worried about falling off a cliff or a possible avalanche of rocks overhead. Then we got to a wooden bridge made of 2 x 6 wooden planks. In amazement, I watched how trucks crossed this bridge without taking the plunge into a waterfall . We all got out and watched our driver take the chance. Phew, glad we did not do that !