I saw the marking for the Monticello Rocks on Google Maps and traced the route from where we are staying. It just sounded cool. “Monticello Rocks.” Ever the adventurer, Ping was game. Thus, we set forth.
Anticipation gripped us like a cheap pair of shorts that had shrunk in the dryer. Every turn in the road brought us closer, closer, closer…WAIT! I think those are the rocks! YES! Rocks, they are! Ah, the excitement, the THRILL of seeing the Monticello Rocks for the very first time! I’ll never for-…
That’s it? It’s over? No, there are some more!
Oh, the ecstasy, the glory, the–! Okay, now it’s over.
We couldn’t get to them. We couldn’t even turn around on that road. There was nothing left but to continue forward. We did.
Neither of us saw any more rocks. Okay, that’s not entirely true, there was the “Old Man Rock” a bit later that did, indeed, have a nose larger than my own. So, that’s something.
We laughed and laughed about the Epic Quest for the Monticello Rocks.
“What did you do?”
“We SAW them.”