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When you navigated to this page, you left Fred and I standing below the pictographs in Capitol Reef National Park, photographing and looking at them.

While we were standing at the head of the trail taking pictures, I noticed that two very good-looking men of about our own age came walking down the path. As I looked up (while Fred was busy with his camera) we made eye contact and it was obvious to me that the two were gay men like us. We spoke as they walked by, and I could tell from some years of cruising that there was some interest in us on their part; certainly when Fred turned to look at them as well, both he and I agreed that they were attractive as well.

To test my theory of the "interest on their part", Fred and I walked deliberately in a different direction down the trail and, sure enough, they ambled down that way too. We spoke again briefly, but that was it. We left them there on the trail, and of course Fred and I were discussing the whole thing on the short drive to the Visitor Center.

We made one short stop on the way, but when we got to the Visitor Center, the car the two men had been driving was parked there as well. Inside, the center, they were looking around at the books and postcards and so on, and I had a chance to talk with both of them, although Fred was too shy to join in. It turned out that they were from New Zealand, in America on vacation, and that they had driven over from California. Without saying so explicitly, we all understood about each other.

I know that Fred enjoys reading stories about chance encounters like this one, and how they lead to hot, steamy sex scenes, but I wasn't sure whether he would really like to have one realized, although I got the definite impression that the two from down under were more than willing. The pair went so far as to pointedly walk outside and down to the men's restroom; they were gone long enough that I was sure that they had been waiting to see whether we would come and join them.

Fred was hesitant, and I guess I was too. We were in the position of the dog that chases the car: What do you do with it when you catch it? While I am not above a casual encounter if the circumstances are right, I usually like to know more about someone before doing so. Also, I don't make a habit of having sex in public restrooms (translate: I have never done so). If we were going to do something, it would have to have been at their hotel or ours, and since this was the late afternoon, and all four of us were miles from the nearest town, that did not seem to be a possibility.

The end result was that, after a while, they returned to the Visitor Center, we expressed the hope that they have a great time in America, and they left, going in the direction from which we had come. Even though nothing happened, this gave Fred and I something to talk about for much of the rest of the drive to Bryce Canyon.

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