We rounded a bulge of hillside and, ahead in the moonlight, I could see that the road ended in a wide expanse of asphalt that must once have been a parking lot. Derelict buildings with broken windows ringed this area. Behind them, leading at a steep angle up the hillside, was a funicular—a pair of old-fashioned cable cars that were once hauled up a steep pair of tracks by a metal cable. The two cars lay at the bottom of the tracks behind the buildings, the cables tangled and slack against the hillside. At the top of the tracks, behind a pile of loose rock, a dark, jagged hole led into the earth.