The back story: doing a little research on this site for information on riding in and around Monument Valley I discovered this place called Muley Point. I was drawn to the name more than anything but I knew I needed to go. I am a bit of an impulsive adventurer and tend to not really plan my rides so much as just follow an idea and let what happens happen. One weekend last April my riding partner (aka wife) and I headed out to see if we could find Muley Point. We left our home smack dab in the middle of New Mexico bright and early and set out across the desert riding past the familiar land mark of Cabazon Peak west of San Ysidro and then continued west and north eventually making our way to Canyon de Chelly. We spent roughly 30 minutes peering over the cliff edges down into what looks like an amazing place but since that was not the intended destination of this trip we moved on. Definitely need to head back there some day. We eventually rolled into Kayenta at the south end of Monument Valley and by now it was getting late in the day. Light was getting nice but we also needed to get to Bluff and find our accommodation. It had been a long day in the saddle so we just blew through the valley knowing we'd come back the next day and explore when we had more time. We settled into our lodging in Bluff and then walked down the street to the steak house, one of two places to grab dinner in town. Dinner was fine but about half an hour after returning to our room I started feeling not-so-good. Shortly, I was tasting the ribs and brisket I had eaten all over again and then spent the next 6 or so doing the toilet dance. Turns out it wasn't food poisoning but rather a nasty virus I must have picked up earlier in the week. Morning came and the choice was to hang out in the hotel for the day feeling sorry for myself or suck it up and just ride home. We chose the ride home option. The weather was cold, windy, and overcast. Just what I needed in the state I was in tired from not sleeping, hungry and weak from not keeping any food down, and thirsty from expelling most of the fluids I had managed to get in me. I dry heaved into my helmet several times throughout the day and managed to catch a nap in the dirt after almost enjoying road 13 over the mountains from Lukachukai to 491 just south of Shiprock. The nap: And a glimpse of highway 13 over the Chuska's: The week before Labor Day we took off for a week long adventure exploring southern Utah once again hoping to get to Muley Point. This time we took a slightly more direct route to Bluff getting into town shortly after 4 p.m., right after they had received over 2 inches of rain in about 20 minutes. The whole town was flooded and the locals were out sand bagging their properties. Steakhouse for dinner once again no issues this time. Morning came and it was cloudy and overcast. We headed out with plans to do the Valley of the Gods road and then climb the Moki Dugway and on out to Muley Point. Shortly after leaving Bluff the skies opened up and it started to dump heavy rain like it does in the desert during Monsoon season. It pretty much rained off and on the rest of the week forcing us to ride a lot more pavement that week than we had planned, staying off the red dirt as it generally is not ridable when wet. Foiled again. Heres a view of the Moki Dugway as we approached it that morning.