The road to Sedona, highway
89, is curvy and shady. It runs along a strong creek. The setting the mood switch was turned on for the sweet surprise up ahead.
Avo/ Rice/ Hot Sauce
Air is still crisp in March
but the Arizona sun is packing the heat. I decided to stretch while I have the
warmth at Encinoso Picnic Area.
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Banana- Peanut Butter Sandwich |
Next thing I know I'm half
way up a mountain postured in warrior pose. The desert air leaves my soul
refreshed. Sedona made me fall back in love with rugged landscape I have been
driving through for the last two days.
After leaving my sacred space
on the hillside I pass more red rock formations on the busy road. I pass
through the touristy drag of Sedona boosting roadside cafes, gem shops, and
designer boutiques.
Sedona is known mostly for
its art galleries, energy centers, and spa facilities. Catering to those with
buck but I found my Zen for free in the weeds under a bright blue sky.
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