His eyes were brown, and they were bugging out of his head. And you could smell the fear on him, see the sweat, feel the urgency with which he spoke: This is a safety issue. There is a cliff on the other side of the Jeep, and there’s no room for error. Do not. I repeat – do not – back up. I was inclined to agree. We were on the Rubicon Trail, not at an OHV park, and here, anything goes. Stuck on the middle of a 45-degree climb up a ledge and over boulders, our only option was forward, up, to the left, and around a huge rock.