Day 20
Sedona, Arizona to Prescott, Arizona
The archeologist went out on a private vortex tour to get her ribs some healing energy and to get her chakras bolted with white light, rainbow light, golden light, and Light Brights. She came back all enlightened and blubbering about how much she loved everyone. Personally, for my bear tastes, I liked her better when she was in pain....
Afterwards she wanted to share some of the vortex spots with the other humans, so we went to the Airport Vortex and the Airport Mesa, with a grand sweeping view of the Sedona area. It was literally 101 degrees F, so we didn't stay in either place long.
Finally, we bid happy trails to Sedona and took off down 89A south. We
took a quick trip through Red Rock State Park just out of town and then hit all the little towns along the way: Cottonwood, Clarkdale, the Turizgoot Peublo Ruins, Jerome, and then ended the day in Prescott.
Between Jerome and Prescott we drove the curvy curves of Mingus Mountain and the little human got a touch of her altitude sickness again.
When we got to Prescott we relaxed in the beautiful square with the
county building in the downtown historic area. Then we checked into the historic St. Michael's hotel, the corner stone of "Whiskey Row" where all the "wild west" saloons were during the territorial days of Arizona.
We at ate the equally historic The Palace saloon, where the little human had great fun busting through the swining saloon doors. (Don't worry -- it was a family restaurant just playing up its rough past for tourists.)
The archeologist took photos of the honky tonks on Whiskey Row and we all got to bed late.
Sedona, Arizona to Prescott, Arizona
The archeologist went out on a private vortex tour to get her ribs some healing energy and to get her chakras bolted with white light, rainbow light, golden light, and Light Brights. She came back all enlightened and blubbering about how much she loved everyone. Personally, for my bear tastes, I liked her better when she was in pain....
Afterwards she wanted to share some of the vortex spots with the other humans, so we went to the Airport Vortex and the Airport Mesa, with a grand sweeping view of the Sedona area. It was literally 101 degrees F, so we didn't stay in either place long.
Finally, we bid happy trails to Sedona and took off down 89A south. We
took a quick trip through Red Rock State Park just out of town and then hit all the little towns along the way: Cottonwood, Clarkdale, the Turizgoot Peublo Ruins, Jerome, and then ended the day in Prescott.Between Jerome and Prescott we drove the curvy curves of Mingus Mountain and the little human got a touch of her altitude sickness again.
When we got to Prescott we relaxed in the beautiful square with the
county building in the downtown historic area. Then we checked into the historic St. Michael's hotel, the corner stone of "Whiskey Row" where all the "wild west" saloons were during the territorial days of Arizona.We at ate the equally historic The Palace saloon, where the little human had great fun busting through the swining saloon doors. (Don't worry -- it was a family restaurant just playing up its rough past for tourists.)
The archeologist took photos of the honky tonks on Whiskey Row and we all got to bed late.
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