Our friends were getting married against the backdrop of the Red Rocks in Sedona.
This was our first destination wedding. Beautiful country. This actually had us thinking of having our own destination wedding.
My wife even zeroed in on a location near Yellowstone. Her idea got ganked by a close friend who beat us to the punch. Turns out, it was a great idea, we had a blast which I am sure will be covered in an upcoming episode of Travel Log.
It was an outdoor wedding right at the base of the Red Rocks. All this time later and the story that stood out to us most is me
waiting lurking right outside the service tents to ambush waiters for their fancy hors d’oeuvres. Rich people weddings are the best.
After Sedona, we went up a mountain (it seemed) to get to Flagstaff. A city of 70,000 at an elevation of about 7,000 feet above sea level.
A real purty little town if ever I did see one. Really felt like a place you could retire to. Deep snows in winter, yet surrounded by desert.
Neat Fact. Flagstaff is purposefully dark (by law) at night so as to see the stars better.
We went on a sightseeing tour with our local resident friend. Being a big fan of Spaghetti Westerns, I had to see Monument Valley. It did not disappoint.
You can practically feel the lone cowboy riding off into the distance. From my picture you can see the Three Sisters off to the right. This also means we had crossed into Utah.
There is such a sense of vastness out west. I have noticed this in Montana, the Dakotas, Colorado, and in the Southwest. Such a massive sense of space and time and emptiness. It affects you.
We drove through Tuba City.
Although founded by Mormons, it is nowadays the largest community of Navajos in America.
And get this, Arizona does not recognized daylight savings time, but the Navajo reservation does. Tribal offices and schools observe DST, while most businesses do not. I imagine this gets confusing.
We took some time to drive through the Navajo reservation and the smaller Hopi reservation that is actually inside the larger Navajo reservation.
My two observations were thus; There are a few places in this country where you can see true poverty. When you see it, it is jarring. Also Navajo fry bread is delicious and addictive.
Back on the road toward Phoenix, we took yet another desert detour. I am sure glad we did.
Check out the cliff dwelling called Montezuma’s Castle;
Built and used by the Sinagua people, a pre-Columbian culture, between approximately 1100 and 1425 AD. The main structure comprises five stories and twenty rooms, and was built over the course of three centuries.
It was probably built up high to avoid the annual flooding of the river below.
By the time we actually got to the Grand Canyon, I failed to appreciate it properly. Sorry, it is a big giant hole in the ground. I think I just could not grasp the sheer vastness of it all and hold that in my head sufficiently to really get it.
The family is taking another desert trip later this year to Las Vegas, the Hoover Dam, and the Grand Canyon. This time with kids. I plan on taking more time to really soak it in. Maybe even ride some donkeys down into the Canyon itself.
Hopefully Grand Canyon Adventure 2.0 will make a more concrete impression.
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