The good part was that after making it to higher (and more smoothly paved) ground, my daughter said she was frightened but thought I was brave. At that point I confessed that I was scared, too, but that it was always a mom's job to fake it until everyone was safe.
When I got home and checked on-line maps, this "road" was merely a dotted line.
I took myself out to lunch at "my" local diner which was all decked out for Easter. They've got the best cranberry nut muffins around, and nicest servers, too.