The last week of March, I made it back to big and lonely Arizona. My sweet pea of a friend, Tamrin, drove on up from Tucson to meet me in Sedona for some camping and exploring. Our first night of camping landed us in an open field of cattle, which made the morning after a very musical one. I called them "moo-mates," perhaps a more preferable alternative to your average "neigh-bor," hehe. That was also a great site because there were a ton of coyotes in the area, and though some might find their child-like wailing a little too obnoxious, I've always found it to be an all too familiar and therefore rather comforting sound in the night, especially on sites where I'm all alone. The next day, Tamrin and I explored Sedona. We moseyed our way through some shops, and checked out two "vortex sites," one being the Airport Mesa, and the other at the Red Rock Crossing. I can't say we really felt much of the energy that supposedly flows out of those plots of land, but we were totally feeling the power of FRIENDSHIP that weekend! The entire area was breathtaking, and our cars and shoes were soon plastered with the red sand that engulfed the entire region.
That night we found another spot to camp. As we were building a fire, a random wanderer named Fern visited us, and gave us each a crystal, wished us luck on our travels, and retreated back into the darkness. It was kind, but it also made me regret for the hundredth time that time I accidentally left my taser charging in that park pavilion in the desolate little town of Sonora, Texas months ago. It was always nice to sleep next to it at night when alone, but tonight, I felt that Tamrin could probably deliver and equally devastating punch if the occasion called for it. The next day we drove on up to the old mining town of Jerome which was nestled high up in the mountains, around 45 minutes south west of Sedona. I decided I'd like to live in a mountain town one day.
On our last night, we camped near Sedona again and ate some yummy, campfire-burnt sausage with sweet potatoes, peppers and onions. We had a beautiful view of Boynton Canyon from where we slept, and Tamrin was able to shoot some hopefully killer shots for her classes while we were there. By the way, be sure to check out her Website because she's a wonderful photographer and amazing human being. And I obviously enjoy taking pictures of her taking pictures.
After Tamrin and I parted ways, I continued my way up north with Durango, Colorado on my mind. I passed through the Grand Canyon on my way there, and was able to visit it for the very first time. I think I was the only person who showed up alone, and even the bus driver who taxis hundreds of visitors back and forth from the nearby town to the actual park every day had to take a moment to understand there wasn't a plus one on my ticket. Just me. I've always been amazed by the average human's absolute necessity to never be alone when traveling and exploring new places. Of course, I always welcome and love sharing experiences with friends and family, but adventuring alone has never caused me to enjoy those experiences any less. Including the Grand Canyon!