Leaving Albuquerque through their terra cotta freeway overpasses highlighted with turquoise borders, we quickly returned to the wide open desert views that can seem ordinary after a few hours on the road. And then they change, as does the weather. We could see so far that three or four separate rain storms could be seen at once.
Except it wasn’t always rain. A whiteout while pulling 13,000 lbs. is a little scary. It was amazing how quickly temperatures fluctuated from the 50s to the low 30s. We discussed the triple point of water.
As we approached Flagstaff, a snow covered mountain welcomed us to a new part of the west.
And our campground was a good space to be for a few days.
Our day trip on this stop was to Sedona via highway 89a. Good roads, incredible views, then, BAM! My irrational fear of heights, edges, falling, etc. crept into my consciousness in waves and tsunamis.
I should have looked down.
I couldn’t look down.
But I could look up.
The red rocks surrounding Sedona were breathtaking. The town was quirky, cutesy, expensive. We walked around with Eric making jokes about the power of pink crystals, and then suggested heading to Jerome, a 19th century copper mining town that was once home to 15,000, and now, just 444 permanent residents.
It took me a bit to get used to living on the edge, but in the end, I could appreciate the awesomeness of this little town. Just couldn’t live here.
Today we are off to the Grand Canyon National Park for three nights.
And I don’t love living on the edge? Yikes.
But I can look out and up.
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