Wow, Sedona is beautiful!
Seriously. Sedona is so beautiful that it looks as if the photo background from my 6th grade photos has been pulled down all around us. And itâ€™s like that everywhere! Anywhere you drive near Sedona is breathtaking â€“ behind the grocery store, along the Sedona 192 (touristy strip full of items no one needs), along side the bank, and most importantly, all around our motel. We woke up early and popped our heads outside (because somebody possibly named Todd was cackling at the top of his lungs outside our open window), to find that the famous red rocks were not at all hard to find because they were HUGE and they were everywhere.
We were booked for an early morning Pink Jeep Tour so after a deliciously greasy breakfast in the Coffee Pot (which I highly recommend if youâ€™re ever in Sedona â€“ they have 101 omelets!) we made it to the Pink Jeep location. We were running a bit late but after a good hustle we arrived â€“ I donâ€™t think I mentioned that we were traveling with 9 people (I know that is a lot of people) so itâ€™s a bit more challenging to get that many folks moving in the morning. We were traveling with Todd (who I used to work with in Tomorrowland who was the birthday boy), Rebecca (Toddâ€™s wife), Estalene (Toddâ€™s mom), Pat (Toddâ€™s sister), Deb (Toddâ€™s other sister), Larry (Debâ€™s husband), and Amanda (Larryâ€™s daughter), so it was a pretty full house â€“ and now you know the players!
The Pink Jeep tour was spectacular even though our tour guide was only a little bit crazy â€“ bless her, she was awfully friendly though! She was thorough and very knowledgeable of the area, but also told us all about her pet chameleon and the trouble heâ€™s had â€“ donâ€™t worry though, heâ€™s back to hissing and biting which makes her very happy (see what I mean?) We were taking a Morgan Family Photo at the top of a big red rock (yes, weâ€™ve been adopted) and we saw a butterfly who flew by in a friendly way and flew a bit closer and then landed on the zipper of my shorts. This is the point when everyone (including those outside the Morgan clan) whipped out their cameras and started taking multiple photos of my crotch â€“ I love it when strangers have pictures of my downstairsâ€™l area. . The butterfly stayed to pose and twirl for everyone (very thoughtful) when our crazy tour guide gingerly removed him so that he could be free (and not move into my shorts).
The coolest part of the tour was that the jeep could scale a mountain with only a little revving â€“ it drove up on great big rocks and then down huge hills. Itâ€™s hard to describe but trust me, it was very cool.
After a quick lay-down/cool-down (riding in a jeep in the ridiculous Arizona heat can be very taxing) we popped into our front desk to pay up and ask for a vortex recommendation. Whatâ€™s a vortex you might ask? We donâ€™t knowâ€¦ but the front desk woman (who was wearing animal print stretchy pants, a clingy blouse, and sunglasses that she never took off â€“ even after the sun went down) enthusiastically told us that they were real and weâ€™d HAVE to visit one. She gave us directions to find her favorite and very powerful vortex while telling us that weâ€™d definitely â€œfeelâ€ it and â€œseeâ€ it, even though it canâ€™t be seen and our watches might even stop from the electromagnetic energy. Yes, I know. That seems ridiculous, but she was passionate and animated when talking about it and Todd had always wanted to â€œseeâ€ one so we were off. After several frustrating wrong turns from the crazy front desk ladyâ€™s directions, we found ourselves at a park that seemed to be the right place.
Weâ€™d asked for directions several times and tried to play it cool but we were pretty much over it and wanted to just get straight answers, so Todd (who was driving) pulled forward so that Rebecca and I (the bossy backseat drivers) could take control of this lingering question. There was a bright faced young man at the rangerâ€™s station/entry kiosk ready to answer our questions. I explained that we were looking for a vortex, whatever the hell that was, and that we werenâ€™t crazy believers or anything, but just wanted to go â€œseeâ€ one and could he please direct us to the vortex location. The â€œrangerâ€ aka: Crikey-Dave (clearly an Australian import) had a good humored laugh, telling us that it was a bit of a walk and that weâ€™d be close if we parked close and walked a bit when (like a stripper out of a birthday cake) Daveâ€™s opinionated girlfriend/fellow ranger popped up from below him in the window (eeeew). Crikey-Daveâ€™s girlfriend told us that vortexes were scientifically proven and very much real because she had made a list of the characteristics of the perfect partner and written it down at a vortex (she didnâ€™t say which one) and Crikey-Dave showed up miraculously two weeks later. We held back our rolling eyes, and gag reflexes and listened long enough to hear Crikey-Dave tell us that theyâ€™re supposed to be so powerful that we should already be feeling â€œitâ€. Skeptical Rebecca and Sarcastic Andrea held our watches up to our ears and once we heard that they were still working allowed ourselves to roll our eyes before venturing into the park to discover an invisible and sign-less but scientifically proven and very real vortex.
The park was beautiful (and weâ€™ll post photos for you to enjoy) but apparently our disbelief of the vortex angered it and threw Deb (Toddâ€™s sister) down a ravine (or into a rock or something) in the park. She wouldnâ€™t let us photograph it, but trust me, itâ€™s reason alone to become a believer.
The theme of the trip seems to be our experiences with crazy people. Donâ€™t get too jealous, more crazyâ€™s are to come!