[Crowbob]

My little private road empties into a long and winding road that used to be the main Indian trail from the uplands where I live right down into the bay; some 500’ of elevation drop.

I can easily see that road as a natural ramp way back when all the way down at a remarkably constant grade. Bikes love it, of course. 50 mph, easy if you let her go all out.

Your bigass pile of furs and whatnot would practically deliver themselves to the shipper, especially in winter.