This road is another old man or woman spot that I have driven by for almost 4 decades. It is a flattish high valley with jade, rare for the Cascade Mountains. The brush is usually so tight on this road that you push through it scraping the sides of the truck. Here was a wider spot so we could get out. In spots the scrub willow is so tight to the road that you cannot see in front of you. Then you must hike the road to memorize it and determine its safety. If it is ok, you go back and barge through with the truck and steer by memory. One day we went about 200 yards through such a spot which I had driven many times but I ran into a huge fallen doug fir. At about one mile an hour no damage was done but I had to back out a curvy, wet, very tilted 200 yards. As the brush obscured my rear view mirror much less the view from it, my daughter brush-whacked behind the truck and guided me out with hand signals which I could see in the rear view mirror. Later that year a wealthy collector hired a crew to make the road into something less scary. Very rare rock at the end of the road.