July 7, Day 7 Road Trip
Sucked into a Vortex
So this is day 7 of our road trip and I’m thinking to myself, I’m getting good at this. Well, sorta. Would I do this again? Not likely.
After breakfast we packed up from our cozy forest retreat. Last night Miro, Greg and I did some drawings, more exquisite corpses. (Steve didn’t want to play) They turned out really cool and it was nice doing something with where both Greg and Miro were participating. Miro is gifted with Greg’s artistic talents, an eye to see things and directly translate it visually without effort. I am grateful for that. The mellow night was good for all of us and we’re ready to hit the road again. We left in the morning knowing the cool weather will be behind us shortly and soon we’ll be back in the desert heat of the low 100s. C’est la vie….
On today’s agenda: Sedona. Super excited! I had been there once before during a retreat and was really looking forward to going back. Out of the group, I am the most “la la” about spirituality in sort of a new age way, but I was curious to see how Steve, Miro and Greg experienced the energy vortexes in Sedona. So, off we go.
The collective mood felt a little lighter and as we drove through Flagstaff, it felt right to stop and see the town. We stopped for lunch, then a pastry and cappuccino and of course Miro enjoyed an icecream. Flagstaff was so cute and wondered how this oasis ended up here, in Arizona. With full bellies, we got back into the the van and headed south (or north, or east or west, not sure, just towards Sedona.)
We finally entered Sedona around 6:00 and once again I was in awe of the red rock formations. We drove from one end of Sedona to the other and eventually we came upon a campground. The city of Sedona was quaint, commercial and caters to a higher end, new age crowd. As we drove through the town, we say tanned gray haired hippies in uniform: Women wearing long flowing skirts, beads and sandals. The men all seemed to have long gray pony tails wafting the back of their necks with large turquoise rings adorning their hands. It was funny when you consider the uniformity of it all.
From our campsite we were surrounded by the red rock formations, both to our right and left and as far as we could see. There was a little creek running through the grounds, and even though it was crowded with other travelers in their shiny 500 foot motor homes, it still felt comfortable. For tonight, we’ll hang tight and tomorrow we explore the vortexes.. Time for a beer?