Saturday, September 24, 2011

Sedona, Third Day

We were on our way by 6:08am, today. The trailhead begins right out our front door across the yard. For the first half hour, we had no problem following the directions: "Straight down the path and circle around counterclockwise."

Our Goal For the Day

Well, after about 15 minutes of going up the trail, clockwise, we thought we were probably blazing a newish (not virgin: there were markers) trail.

On The Trail

Getting There

We finally arrived at a lovely viewpoint about half-way up Castle Rock. As we hiked, yesterday and today, we noticed that air currents periodically changed from warm to cool, and back again. I doubt this had anything to do with putative vortexes, but it was interesting to note them as we passed along. I also noted that I had more uphill energy than usual; but, that may simply be due to getting a good night's sleep. So, I remain agnostic on the question of vortexes in Sedona.

Taking in the View

We looked back to see where we had been.

Looking Back

We lost sight of the trail several times and were each, separately, trying to find it. We met Jim, a local, who showed us the place to catch the trail, again. We enjoyed talking to him about his experiences, here, in Phoenix, and in Alaska. He used to find oil wells around the world; but, the invention of GPS put him out of business.

We Found the Trail!

We came back to our room to find a young couple scoping out the resort as a potential wedding site. I finally noticed a tiered platform across the yard that would be perfect for holding a ceremony.

Later, an actual wedding took place, right in front of us, as we merrily read our books.

The Aisle and Wedding Train. Note our gas Barbecue.

At the Altar

May you always need one another -
not so much to fill your emptiness
as to help you to know your fullness.
A mountain needs a valley to be complete;
the valley does not make
the mountain less, but more;
and the valley is more a valley because
it has a mountain towering over it.
~ Blessing For Marriage by James Dillet Freeman