This May, I traded my 2003 Cooper S in for a dark silver 2010 Cooper S with black bonnet stripes. After breaking it in for 2 months driving around Philadelphia, my girlfriend and I packed it up and set out on a month-long cross-country road trip. A bunch of the Mini’s features came in handy at different times during the trip. For example, the auto-dimming rearview mirror was a huge help on a couple of all-night drives, and watching my girlfriend try to master the turn signal’s resistance point (separating permanent from temporary signals) was a constant source of amusement for me. Although the trip offered a ton of great motoring moments, the one that’s most worth sharing happened when we were visiting Monument Valley, in the Navajo reservation that straddles the border between Utah and Arizona.

We drove through the area on the highway, and then pulled into the visitors’ center to get a closer look. When we stopped at the booth to pay the $10 entrance fee, the Navajo woman in the booth looked the Mini up and down and paused before handing us the information sheet and road map. The park includes a 17-mile dirt road that you can take to drive in among the massive red rock formations that populate Monument Valley. The drive is supposed to take about 2 hours, since the road conditions aren’t great and the speed limit is 15 mph for the entire length of the road.

My girlfriend and I took the map and told the woman in the booth that we were undecided about whether we’d take the whole drive. The woman looked down at the car again, and said, “you know, I’m not sure you should try it in that.” That felt like a challenge to me. I asked, "why not?” The woman leaned down and said “look, if you really want to do it, just be careful. Make sure you go slow – in a car that low, you shouldn't even be going 15 mph out there.” I thanked her for the tip, and we drove on to the parking area.

We hadn’t been planning on spending 2 hours driving around there, so under any other circumstances I would have just agreed to take pictures from the viewing areas at the visitors’ center and then head to our next destination. But the woman’s comments had piqued my interest, so I convinced my girlfriend to at least try the first half mile of the scenic loop. As we approached the start of the drive, we noticed that the cars coming back the other way were all huge SUVs or trucks, and all of them were completely coated in a thick layer of red dust. We also saw some people riding in an official tour truck, driven by a Navajo guide. When the tourists got out of the truck, they appeared to be dazed and out of breath.

But we forged ahead. Just before we got going on the dreaded dirt road, I made eye contact with the driver of a truck that was coming off the road. The driver shrugged his shoulders and waved his hand back and forth at me, as if to warn me and say “I don’t know about that….” Within 10 seconds of getting on the dirt road, I could see why the woman at the booth and the other driver were concerned. This wasn’t just a normal unpaved road. It was a red dirt path that had obviously seen decades of use without any maintenance. As a result, it was basically blanketed with potholes. Actually, “potholes” doesn’t really describe these things – they were huge, and they were deep, and the Mini could have easily gotten stuck in one if I hit it head on.

The other problem with the road that I hadn’t anticipated was that the first quarter mile or so was a relatively steep downhill stretch, and to exit the touring loop – no matter how far we went on it – we’d have to come back up that same steep stretch. I managed to navigate a course down the hill that avoided most of the largest holes in the road, but it wasn’t easy, and it was slow going. The first spot we came to where there was room to pull to the side, I stopped. We took pictures of the Mini being dwarfed by the giant red monoliths where some of John Wayne’s most famous westerns were filmed. And then we decided to try getting out of there.

I wasn’t confident that we’d make it back up the hill. I hadn’t seen another small or mid-sized car come down the road in either direction, and even the SUVs were driving extra cautiously, sometimes spinning their tires. I figured the only shot we had at making it back to the parking lot was Sport mode. I hit the button, crossed my fingers, and started back up the hill. With the extra juice and better steering response, I was able to steer us back up to civilization, and the Mini escaped unscathed. Except for a hefty coating of red dust. A Navajo guard standing at the exit to the path seemed to be staring at the Mini in disbelief when we emerged at the top of the hill. When we got back to the parking lot, I pulled in alongside a string of 3 SUVs, all of which were coated in red dust too, like a badge of honor. When we got out of the Mini and looked at it next to the other larger cars, wearing that same badge, I honestly felt so proud that I snapped a picture of that lineup of cars with the Mini parked at the end.

Unfortunately, our digital camera’s memory card freaked out and our pictures from that leg of our journey got destroyed. We lost pictures of the Grand Canyon, Four Corners, and the Valley of the Gods too, but the most devastating loss was the hard-earned pictures of the Mini in Monument Valley.

 

I think that I would have rethought the visit to Monument Valley with the announced 15mph speed limit and upon seeing the red dust covered vehicles I would have said noooo! You can always rent a John Wayne western and see the rocks, fortunately you the gf and the MINI all escaped without harm so alls well that ends well, sorry about the pictures though.

 

Great story of you, your girl, the Mini & the map! I'm glad you didn't let a little red dust & dirt & a few thousand port holes stop you from a great adventure. Now you have a story you can share with your grandchildren some day.

You are a true MINI owner with a great sense of adventure.
I salute you sir.

 

I wonder how many people like me hit the "gallery" link about half way thru A Mini And a Map's post only to find "NO PICTURES"!


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Enjoyed your story, we have been to Moab twice in our '05 but the worst was in 2010 going east out of Zion Nation National Park during road construction. Miles before we arrived at the park there were signs. We got the same walk around, strange looks and warning but we trudged on. After some hikes we headed east, I swear if we had fallen in some of those potholes we would never be seen again. Sorry about the pictures it makes a good excuse to go back again.

 

Hi!

We will be in Monument Valley this fall, so I'm happy to have stumbled across your experience! We will stick to the viewing areas and perhaps one of the Tourist Trucks!!!!

Me (from Me, Mom and a Map)