Paralyzed with fear, Lisa waited, expecting the car to slide over the edge.
It just started rocking and then went over the edge.
Oh my, you're fortunate the car didn't go over the edge with you in it!
A 55-gallon barrel stood in one corner with rags hanging over the edge.
He dropped to the sand and crawled the rest of the way to the top, peering over the edge before he motioned for her to continue.