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Note: We were not able to get together with Karen and Kevon in Sedona in 2006, 2007 or 2008.

Our 2005 annual trip to Sedona with Karen and Kevon

Click the links above (Lazy Morning, Enchantment and Grand Falls) to see the photos.

The weather had quite an influence on this year's trip.  The morning temperatures were in the high 30s to low 40s.  The daily highs ranged from the low 50s to 60s. 

We flew in on Thursday and joined Karen and Kevon who had arrived on Tuesday.  The flight was uneventful; we only had one rain shower to divert around.  We could hear on the radio that the weather was "dropping" in Sedona, so we were glad that we left as early as we did.  Karen was a doll, as ever, and fixed dinner for all of us that night.  We really appreciate that as we rush around at home to get everything done and it's nice to relax when we get there.

Friday was overcast with a rotating mixture of rain, sleet and a bit of snow (that didn't last but seconds on the ground).  Grey and white mists were constantly moving across the rocks to the north of us.  I tried a little fancy photo shooting (gotta justify that new book I bought).  We spent a lazy morning watching the mists, singing and playing.

We had lunch at the Enchantment Resort in Boynton Canyon just northwest of Sedona.  It's our favorite place to eat on that kind of day because the weather swirls around the canyon walls.  The pictures tell a better story than I ever could.

On bright and sunny Saturday we drove to Grand Falls on the Little Colorado River.  We expected that it would be quite spectacular because of the winter rains, and we were not disappointed.  Grand Falls is northeast of Flagstaff on the Navajo Indian Reservation.  The falls are approximately 190' high and you can drive right up to the edge -- and over if you'd like (a la Thelma and Louise).  Steve and Kevon were thinking that if they pushed the Jeep over the edge, we'd have a good index for perspective on the falls.  But something about that idea didn't seem quite right.

It was windy as usual on this part of the Reservation.  It's a wide, flat area with little to interrupt the horizon except the distant peaks of the San Francisco Mountains to the southwest.  The last eight miles of the drive is over a washboard road of red dirt.  Never, and I mean never, drive this road with the car top down as Steve and I did on our first trip.  If I shake my head, I can still get puffs of red dust out of my ears.  The frequent travelers of this road have created new lanes on the sides, which have themselves now become bone-jarringly rutted.  We expect this process to continue until the road to Grand Falls is miles wide.  As we left we passed a couple of young males on the side of the road spraying a white car with cans of blue paint.  Throw in some red dust and it should have been an interesting finish when they were done.  If you need your car painted, I'm sure their work is cheap considering their overhead, but we're not likely to recommend them.

We had lunch at the Espresso Cafe in downtown Flagstaff.  It's a favorite of ours because there's lots of vegetarian items to choose from along with fresh fruit and vegetable juices and soy lattes.  Our waitress was, no doubt, a college student at Northern Arizona University.  She was a free spirit, a little ditzy, a little affected, but nice, with a ring in her nose and a fly-away hairstyle.

Sunday dawned clear and sunny but high clouds accumulated through the day.  We took a long, roundabout walk -- two to three hours through old and new neighborhoods -- to Pizza Picazzo for lunch.  We had salads and squabbled over which pizza to split.  They serve Oak Creek Brewery beer, so Kevon was happy.  On our way out, we bought Kevon one of their beer glasses from a red-headed young fellow with 1/4-inch grommets punched into his earlobes.  The view through the holes was interesting.

Monday morning came too soon as it was time for us to come home.  Kevon and Karen stayed another couple days and then bid Sedona adios themselves.