On A Dark Desert Highway Cool Wind In My Hair Warm Sell Of Colitas Rising Up Through The Air Up Head In The Distance I Saw A Shimmering Light My Head Grew Heavy And Sight Grew Grew Dim I Had To Stop For The Night There She Stood In The Doorway I Heard The Mission Bell I Was Thinking To My Self This Could Be Heaven Or This Could Be Hell Then She lit Up A Candle And She Showed Me The Way There Were Voices Down The Corridor I Thought I Heard Them Say ...
Hotel California 1976
No real reason to hit the road butt A$$ early as we are only adventuring down the weathered two lane black asphalt for about 8 hours driving time. The brisk 11F / -11C morning made for a quick trunk loading of coolers, duffle bags, and on the I70West by 8am. Moab Utah was beautiful, just a hint as what was to come, and soon became just another fading image in the rearview mirror. We pulled off in Monument Valley once again and breathed out our standard Forest Gump jokes/references/quotes.
Wendy is a blood cousin from the Reed side and ironically reached out Spring 20BLK Jack. Have you ever experienced Singing Bowls?? I highly recommend it. The visceral vibrational quality was remarkable and the flow throughout each limb was outstandingly relaxing.
After Wendy served up a decadent breakfast, the three of us went tooling on over to Sedona AZ in the trusty rental car. Endless chatter ensued and we where always there before we knew it.
They now have a bullet proof thick glass window covering the opening and strings of lights illuminating the shaft for about the first 1,000ft or so. Talk about a sight. The Dude and Wendy were snapping off a few photos when I captured the above shot.
Our mighty rental car descended the switch back road like a sure hoofed billy goat effortlessly hopping from boulder to boulder. Dropping into Sedona offered nothing but one beautiful sight, if you appreciate an arid desert style landscape.
Wendy even asked," So I Think You Like This Place?" This creek provided me with the soothing tranquility that I didn't even realize I was desiring and I already had a pretty righteous day. Little did she know, my pockets were full of collectible pebbles. You Know Me
The Dude and I loaded up the cooler once again and made tracks towards the actual town of Prescott. Wendy and her family currently reside in Prescott Valley.
From there, we casually drove down to the heart of Whiskey Row. This place was nothing but saloons, gambling halls, and hotels by the early 1870's. Some of the saloons brewed their own beer for 12 1/2 cents a pour. In 1901, a disastrous fire tore through four of the city blocks. So some of the original hotels still stand and talk about chalk full of apparitions. Currently, hotels and saloons, all the employees dress in their 1870's clothing which brings such richness to these conciliate brothel style watering holes. The True Wild Wild West
Paolo Soleri landed on The Dudes radar and we talked Wendy & Logan into checking it out with us. The scamper south took about 40 minutes and it's almost in the middle of nowhere USA.
The photo above is one of the four work sites. This particular sight is where the worker / residents fabricate copper bells for selling in the gift shop. Our tour guide was just ok and I was disappointed about NOT touring the Ceramic Kilns, Wood Shop, Rooms That They Rent For Vacations and Visiting Families, Gardening Plots, and Their Solar Farm. Phuc-N COVID
And before you knew it, the car was traveling north. Way Too Quick
It hadn't occur to me how badly I needed to get the Phuc away from GJ. Our hearts are always in need of a rejuvenating outing but I wasn't tuned in to how disconnected I really was. I can't blame it on the full moon but folks have been rubbing me the wrong way and traveling was ideal for my soul. Another Successful Road Trip
- Breathe And Appreciate
- Remain Present Around Others
- Liquidate Some Assets
- Bitchin Early February Radio Show MCR
- Schedule And Update My Calendar
- Plan The Next Road Trip
I Leave You With This Video Montage From The Week