Sep 19, 2008 10:00
hi everyone,
I have been in Arizoona with Cara since last Saturday. We have gone to an amazing amount of places and my feet sure know it. Today we are in the absolutely gorgeous red rock country of Sedona. I took tons of pictures today and will be interested to see how many times I took pictures of the windshield wipers and my reflection as we sped along the highway. Tomorrow we are going to Cathedral rock and chapel rock. Then on to an energy vortex. Who knows what kind of religious experience each of us may have before the day is out. Although, I feel like I have had one all day. How could anyone deny God's existence after viewing this area. It is so breathtaking. Sometimes it looks like a giant child was playing with all different layers of clay and made these fantastic striations in the rock. A couple of times I thought the rock was going to completely overshadow the road because it stuck out so far over the road as we went around some hairpin curves. Seeing the small trails up the mountainside make me wish I could just start out walking and climbing until I reached the top of one of the rock formations. It would be an unbelievable view and I could so easily imagine staying there for the rest of my life just meditating. I can understand why the native Americans fought so hard to keep this area. When I got out to take some pictures and for a few moments no cars were coming or going, it was so easy to imagine what the first settlers and the indians must have felt.
Now on the other hand, we have been on a gastronomic world tour. In addition to the requisite mexican, we have eaten the following foods: polish, german,thai, chinese,southwest, indian (not Native),victorian english tea and banquet food.
We tried grilled cactus today and my opinion of it puts it right in the category of okra. Why would I want to eat something that is slimy inside???? We are bringing home cactus candy and prickly pear preserves.
I have gone to bead museum, American Indian museum, Doll and Toy, victorian, Natural history, etc. Phoenix had more museums than anywhere - they had a museum for just about everything.
Well, we fly home tomorrow night and I will tell many funny stories in the next few weeks as I get my energy back. Having fun can be very exhausting..
One weird thing happened at the Indian museum. I was looking at sepia postcards of indian villages and people taken at the turn of the century and picked up one with a young Indian male on it -- it was like looking at a picture of Steve. I asked if they had any more of that particular card and it was the only one. Steve was 1/4 Cherokee and part of his Grandfather's family came to this area during the trail of tears. It was the most eerie feeling and it happened a day before his birthday. Many strange things have happened this trip.