I glanced out the passenger window of our car: A 1,000-foot precipice loomed. There was no shoulder. No guardrail. No vegetation to break our fall. I swallowed a scream and croaked, "We're near the edge, Hal."
He didn't acknowledge the comment. He was too busy trying to keep our SUV from plunging into the void. I closed my eyes and held my breath.
When I looked again, the road ahead was clear. We'd made it.
"I guess that's why they call this a white-knuckle trip," I said nervously.
Photographer Hal Stoelzle and I were driving Trail Ridge Road, the highest paved highway in America, 48 miles of thrills and chills in the Colorado Rockies. The road, a major attraction in Rocky Mountain National Park, climbs to 12,183 feet — "the roof of the sky," park employees say. The views on the trip up are daunting, the panorama from on high spectacular.
But getting there can be tricky.
The highway — two narrow lanes — winds around 10 switchbacks, ascending 4,000 feet in minutes. Drop-offs of 1,000 feet or more are common.
"People get halfway up and panic," said ranger Michael Edwards. "A lot of them drive in the center of the highway not because they want to. They're too scared to do anything else."
And sometimes, he said, "they get to the point they can't move at all. We have to escort them down."
But those who brave the highway to the sky are rewarded with sights found few other places in the Lower 48. Glaciers, alpine tundra, midsummer snow flurries. "It's like driving north to the Arctic," Edwards said.
The road begins in a high-country valley, where elk graze in lush meadows and beavers build homes on small ponds. It climbs through thick aspen, fir and pine forests to the tree line — 11,500 feet — the point at which trees no longer can survive.
Then it climbs several hundred feet more, snaking along the barren crest of the continent for 11 miles. The air at this altitude is thin; temperatures are usually below freezing, and the wind often tops 100 mph, gusting to 150 mph in winter. It's a wild place, ravaged by the elements year-round. The low-growing vegetation is the same as that in the Arctic tundra.
The highway connects the communities of Estes Park, on the east, and Grand Lake, on the west. About a million people drive the twisting route during the five months it is open annually (Memorial Day to mid-October, weather permitting), but it's not the only draw in the Rocky Mountain park. There also are hiking trails, historical sites and glacial lakes. Hal and I explored Bear Lake, where snow still lined the banks during our late-May visit.
The loop tour
We had started our road trip that morning in Denver: Trail Ridge Road was the goal, but along the way, we would see a couple of scenic byways, explore some onetime frontier towns, cross the Continental Divide twice and cover about 400 miles of sweeping, high-country terrain.
Our loop tour took us first to Golden, Colo. (15 miles west of Denver on U.S. 6), where the smell of hops filled the mountain air. Adolph Coors set down roots here in 1873 when he arrived from Germany and launched Coors brewery. Today's visitors can still tour the factory and sample the product.
I was more interested, though, in popping into Foss General Store, a one-acre "shopping emporium," where I could buy an antique Texaco gas pump for $3,195, a Golden Nugget slot machine for $2,995, or a bag of potato chips for 99 cents. I took the chips.