The word “slope” already makes me think of cliffs and corniches, so without a doubt I tried the road. The worst case scenario was me coming back. Paved road most of the way, and little by little big mountains appear, more than 70 million years old, vermilion colored, not even red, an color of rage, life, presence. Large mountain valleys appeared, vermilion, vermilion. By saying it twice it was like feeling more the color.