Enjoying Sedona

It’s 3:30 on Monday afternoon. I’m sitting outside by the Hot Tub looking West. Taking a break. It’s been an amazing two days.

Sunday started with the sunrise which was followed by meeting the local Gambel Quail family. Mom, Dad and about 11 little chicks who regularly walk up and down the road. After Heuvous Rancheros at the Coffee Pot Restaurant (something I’ve been dreaming about since last December) I spent some time just hanging out at Ron’s place. Have I mentioned how cool this place is? It’s so cool, its hard to leave, but around 3:00 we went for a hike to Devil’s Bridge.

What is this fascination with naming unusual things after the Devil? And really the Bridge isn’t all the unusual, just another amazingly beautiful spot inside an amazingly beautiful Red Rock Canyon. The hike was nice. The wild flowers are just blooming here, although there is a dispute as to whether the prickly pear have already, or will soon bloom. Honestly it’s hard for this New Englander to tell the difference between a cactus flower bud and a cactus leaf(?) bud. But the agaves! And the spikes – oh I wish I was here for when they flowered. Gardening here would be extremely difficult. It all looks so perfect just how it is – what would you add?

But, back to the bridge. After hiking a while we turned a corner and saw it above us, a little while longer and we had scrambled to the top. Ron just walked out across it while I hemmed and hawed, weighed my options, equivocated, gesticulated…and slowly, looking neither left nor right walked across it too.

Pretty much the same way it went the next day in the helicopter.