A Monumental Affair - Sex Stories

A Monumental Affair

... enough time to enable Lucy and I to get there and back within the day. We could stay overnight again in Page that evening, before making the long drive back to Las Vegas tomorrow. Providing Lucy agreed, it was a perfect plan! "We're going to Monument Valley today Lucy," I said somewhat matter of factly as she jumped out of the shower. "What's that? And where is it?" she replied inquisitively, as she towelled herself off. I was so happy when, after explaining my plan and what some photos would mean to my dad, she agreed to spend the day there. So there we were, cruising along US163 at a steady fifty five miles an hour towards Monument Valley. The sun was glorious and the orange and red sandstone formations got ever grander as we neared our destination. After a long, but incredibly scenic drive, we eventually reached the entrance to the Valley. While it was the most amazingly sunny and hot day, I was stunned to see there was a sign on the road by the entrance station that said the Valley was closed due to bad weather . I couldn't believe my eyes. "Really? Bad weather !" I thought. Lucy pulled the car up to the pay booth and wound the window down. "It's gorgeously sunny. I can't see a cloud in the sky," I said to the ranger at the entrance. "Closed due to bad weather. Why's that?" "You wouldn't know it with the sunshine an' all ma'am," he replied, "But we had a nasty storm come through last night. It dumped a lot of rain on the trails through the Valley. The sand looks fine to ...

... drive on from a distance, but if we let you folks drive through, you'd be bogged down within yards. I'm sorry." I was gutted. We'd driven all that way only to be turned down at the gate. My dad would never forgive me for not getting some good photos for him, especially since I'd texted him from the motel the night before to say I was going there. The ranger could obviously sense my disappointment. "You're welcome to drive on through to the Visitor Centre. It's tarmac up to there. I won't charge you for that, but there's no way we can let folk drive on the trails," he said. "You'll still get a pretty good view of the Valley from the ridge the Centre sits on," he added. "Okay thanks. Is there no other way to see the Valley?" I asked. "Well, the car trails only go certain places anyway. You could try Abayo Horse Tours," he suggested. "It's a father and daughter team. They run horse trips through the park. The horses are fine with the wet sand." "Umm, okay," I said after a moment pause for thought. "Where can I find them?" "If you go about two miles further down US163, you'll see a sign for them pointing off to the right. It's quite a small track, but it's paved, so you'll be fine with the car. They're about another mile or so up there. They normally leave early morning though, so I expect you'll have missed them by now." Lucy had this you are so not going to get me on a horse look on her face as the ranger gave the directions. Truth be told, I'd never been on a horse in my life. ...