We had spent a couple of days at a bed and breakfast in Cottonwood AZ, about a half hour outside of Sedona. It had been lightly raining all night and as we started for home, we came upon this rainbow arch. Why did we stay in Cottonwood? Just check out the prices for a week’s stay anywhere in Sedona proper. I don’t even make that much money in a month!
We were on Route 89A, headed northeast towards Red Rock State Park. On the outskirts, the trees were singing in color.
A fine mist of rain started crawling over the cliffs.
And by the time we drove through Oak Creek Canyon, the snow started to fall.
I used to tell everyone that Sedona is my most favorite place in the world. But it’s actually Red Rock State Park. Up until now, that is. I mean, maybe tomorrow (no, probably not tomorrow but one day, maybe soon) I’ll get to Machu Pichu and that will replace Red Rock State Park as my most favorite place in the entire world. Truth is, too many rich people have moved into the area of Red Rock for it to be my most favorite place much longer! Maybe rich people have moved into the area surrounding Machu Pichu, too. Maybe there are coffee shops and candy stores and souvenirs being hawked on street corners right now in Machu Pichu. Maybe there’s a huge cut-out of Harrison Ford in his Indiana Jones get-up that you can take selfies with for only 500 pesos.
But I like saying Machu Pichu. I always think I’m going to accidentally spit on someone when I say it. Not like Sedona. Sedona slides off the tongue like butter in your mouth. It’s a very polite sound. You can’t be polite saying Machu Pichu!
(This post was originally published in a slightly different form on October 25, 2014 under the tile Silent Saturday.)