Mud on the Broken Arrow
I was pretty impressed this morning when I finally got a chance to look around and see where it was I'd driven to late the previous night, in total darkness. My hotel is perched atop a mesa that it shares with the Sedona airport and has a sweeping view of the city below with a backdrop of gorgeous multi-colored rock formations looming in every distance. Even more fortuitously, my comfortable and cozy room sits less than 1000 feet from one of Sedona's famous magnetic vortexes (a masculine one, for those of you who are keeping track). I keep eyeing my bracelets, waiting for some stirrings, but nothing yet. I plan to go check it out tomorrow and report back.
I spent a good hour driving around town, orienting myself and locating a few places I'd like to see. I stopped for some coffee and got a piece of beautiful homemade cherry pie with a delicious crumb topping. I myself always consider a day that starts with pie for breakfast is a mighty good one. After stopping to get a park pass and some advice on hikes I might take, I headed off to a trail called Broken Arrow, just a bit south of town.