“Someone put a lot of work into this,” I say. Many, many rocks had to be moved to make a path through this unbroken slide of chair-sized rock. On and on it goes until finally, around the bend, a road reappears and the rock path descends to meet it.
It looks reasonable for unladen bikes except for one spot we can’t figure out. If possible at all, one or two of us would have to stand below, balancing on rocks poking out of a steep face to lean the loaded bikes outward while pushing them around a boulder that only leaves inches of path.