I was visiting my family in West Virginia. On my way to Beckley, I had 2 different routes I could go. One route took 2 and 1/2 hours the other took 1 and 1/2 hours.
I decided to take the shortest route. I didn't have a problem with it, since my Dad gave me driving lessons on that mountain. Plus I was very accustomed to driving on mountains and kiss your butt winding roads (with and without guard rails.)
One of the worst things about this trip, is that I had 2 of my small nieces, my son and my sister with me. I had their lives in my hand.
Once you are on this mountain, there is no turning back. You are do or die. This particular night I was terrified! Once I got about 20 minutes into the trip and I was suddenly in a cloud, not fog, but a cloud.

I could not stop, for fear of another vehicle coming toward me from behind. I had to journey on. Just thinking about it still terrifies me. I slowed to about 2 miles per hour at times on these winding, dark, no guard rail roads, very high up.
My sister was holding the door open looking for the white line as I was heeding her direction every inch of the way.
Needless to say. We made it safe and sound. It took 6 hours to drive across and upon the top and down the other side of that mountain. Also I will never ever drive that mountain again. EVER. It was terrifying