Red Rocks and Invisible Spirals Part 1
She Said: Years ago, I decided I would never turn down an opportunity to travel. So, when my grandmother asked me if I would like to go to Sedona, Arizona with her, I immediately said yes. I didn't know anything about the place, but I knew I'd have a good time. I didn't know it would change my life.
Sedona is a place of mystical desert beauty. Located approximately 120 miles north of Phoenix, it is nestled among Arizona's famed red rocks. After driving about two hours from the Phoenix airport, I approached our suite at Enchantment Resort. I was accompanied by my grandmother, aunt, cousin and two family friends, Debbie and Ardemis.
I looked out the driver's side window of our rented silver Ford Freestyle and realized I was completely surrounded in terracotta. Until then, I had only ever seen that color in small quantities--a planter in my garden, a pot on my desk--but the entire landscape of this place was nearly monochromatic. The muted green of trees and cacti was the only contrast.
We pulled up to our three-bedroom "casita" and exited our air-conditioned vehicle. As we removed our suitcases from the back of the minivan in the dry, 98-degree heat, I stopped and stared, mesmerized by the red cliffs that rose thousands of feet into the air. I felt as though I had driven to Mars.