Two Summers ago I travelled to Arizona with my parents. My first visit, my parents have been many times. We arrived in Phoenix to 100+ degree heat. As we left the airport and began to see the bustling city and the landscape, I began falling in love with Arizona! Our trip began in Phoenix and ended in Sedona. Each location drew me in more. Maybe it was all the vortexes or even all the history and outdoor activities Arizona abounds with. We explored the landscape and history of Prescott and Prescott Valley. We dined on Whiskey Row at The Palace Saloon, where the bar was saved from “The Great Fire” of 1900. Traveling to and exploring Montezuma’s Castle and Waterfall, we hiked through Tuzigoot National Park and saw the past first-hand. Cottonwood, a welcoming and interesting community, surprised us with a huge cathedral church which we visited. The rich mining town history and artisan community of Jerome along with its winding narrow paths, and it’s amazing heights and views were like nothing I’ve ever seen. The mountains and Native American tales of Northern Arizona in Flagstaff, along with its museum of Native American History and The Lowell Observatory added greatly to my travel journal. The breath taking summer views from the SnowGlobe would be glorious any time of the year. In Williams, a wild Wild West town, we visited with family and enjoyed rural landscapes, flora and fauna, and wildlife unfamiliar to our New England eyes! We rode the Grand Canyon Railway to the Grand Canyon South Rim, and walked and walked taking in its strength and majestic views. Breathing it all in so I could remember it forever. Sedona was beyond powerful, with its phenomenal Red Rock formations and grandeur, quaint village shoppes and roundabouts; with “New Age” shops and unique centers. I didn’t want to go home. Visiting the mountaintop cathedral was spiritually breathtaking.
The stories and memories of this visit will be with me forever. Someday I will live there!