Hoodoos and vortexes

Utah and northern Arizona should maybe be one big national park. Unique natural wonders abound. Another one of those places is Bryce Canyon. It's a park full of spires and pinnacles (called "hoodoos"), slot canyons, and one Queen. What an odd landscape.

Bryce Canyon is also very cold. I found out it's something around 9000 ft above sea level. That's high. For comparison, Lake Tahoe is around 6000 ft above sea level.

On this day, I wore shorts and a t-shirt for the hike. In the immortal words of Sterling Archer "As long as you learn something from it, it's not a mistake."

 

 

 

 

The Queen and her court.

The twisty path down the Navajo Trail.

Hope that gumdrop doesn't fall.

After Bryce, I stopped for a night at a motel in Flagstaff, AZ. You'd think it was a desert town with cactuses and really thirsty people. But it's in the high desert, and also very cold. It reminded me of Reno, but without the casinos and toothless biker ladies.

Next stop after that was Sedona, AZ, land of red rocks and vortexes. And healing stones and aura readings. And old rich hippies, sipping organic margaritas at fancy resorts. And useless decorative southwestern pottery and windchimes. And turquoise bolo ties.

I guess vortexes are some kind of mystical, life-renewing energy force occurring around town. I definitely got vortexed at the KFC off Hwy 179....



A church built into the side of a cliff.

View of Bell Rock, when I was on it.

One of many shops selling spiritstones, kachinas and psychic healing to the hordes of salt and pepper retirees.

The area in and around Sedona is red rocks country. I stayed up in the Oak Creek Canyon area at Cave Springs, with lots of spots to hike, fish, camp and swim. My activity? Sleep.

Onwards to Phoenix, the land of tacky bar and grills and UFC wannabes!