In the Land of Red Rocks

It was time to ‘go to town’, in this case it meant a trip to Sedona.
As we neared the town, the beauty of the surrounding red-rocked mountains was spectacular. Acre for acre, this may be the most picturesque place in America. Every passing minute brings new suns angles on the rocks, casting shadows that change the picture continually.

The first stop was at Slide Rock State Park, some 8 miles north of Sedona. We donated $8.00 for 45 minutes use of their parking lot while we walked to the creek. This is an area that my sister and my 3 nephews used to frequent during their Arizona days, so I had to snap a few photos.

Heading into town, I could feel the Mastercard vibrating again. Lots of nice shops here as well as the customary T-Shirt stores (bought one!). Despite sales tax of approximately 10% (yeow!) we stocked up on Christmas gifts (if only we can remember where we stored them, come December). This is a place where ‘spending spree’ is the local motto. Next a lunch(anti-pasta salad) at the Hideaway Restaurant, with a creekside (or ‘wash-side’) table with a view of nearby mountains. Very nice.

With Carly reposing back at camp (with the thermostat set at 72) we headed back. Next time we are here, we’ll probably stay at the RV park in town, so we can take advantage of the hiking in the immediate area.

The evening meal featured BBQ prawns ala Puerto Penasco. While I was grating a lime for the marinade, Janice caught the aroma and had casita flashbacks. She strongly suggested that a prawn dinner demanded a pre-meal margarita. Using our authentic bought-in-Mexico margarita glasses, I very willingly complied with her request. Decided that prawns are better sautéed than BBQ’d. Margaritas are fine either way.

Political comment:

The ‘Support Hillary’ photo of a couple days ago should not be viewed as an endorsement. I have not gone ‘to the other side.’ Just an interesting pic, I thought.
Looks like she’s drooping a bit now. Politically, that is.