Needles, Scenic Route 66, Kingman AZ and Sedona
Driving the Mojave Desert gave me lots of time to imagine how this huge desert looked under a rapidly changing ocean. All the cholla cactus gardens teased us from behind miles of wire highway fences. This is what happens on a long desert drive; lots of time to think. After the day was done, food was consumed and, with a glass of wine and a camp chair, these thoughts of the power of the naked raw mountains cooling off beneath a sunset consumed my road weary body.
Franny found the old Route 66 highway on a paper map! Google didn't want us to take the historic back road. We saw 10-12 cars over the 40 mile drive to Kingman, AZ. Of course, we sang the groovy Nat King Cole version of (Get your kicks on) Route 66 all the way. We did stop from time to time as our jaws dropped uncontrollably over some of the awesome scapes.
On the way to Kingman on old Route 66 one travels through Oatman, AZ, a town filled with memories and burros. This town, the home of many Hollywood western shoot outs, fills up a long block with an old hotel and curio shops with memorabilia from the old gold mining days. We didn’t feed the burros ;-)
As we descended down the grade towards Kingman, these standout cliffs acted as a gateway to what we’d transition into Sedona.
Ok, just to conclude the Kingman AZ portion of the Route 66 song, we took this photo. Note, we’re standing out in the middle of the street. This is not tourist season and the weather is perfect. A great time to dive in and digest the romance of the territory.
We arrived in Sedona via Oak Creek Canyon. On our way out to Canyon de Chelly we’ll spend more photo time there.
Our house in Sedona is south of the main part of town (way too crowded for us) and a wonderful entry point into some awesome hikes to the east. These views are on the Little Horse trail.
Below are the praying nuns. The feelings of the spirits within the earth are large among most folks who walk these trails. Lots of mountain names have spiritual connotations like Cathedral Rock and the praying nuns. Some irreverently named rocks go with Chicken and Snoopy. Either way you roll, these monumental territories within our Southwest are precious and need to continue to be protected. While the mountains themselves seem to roll with the flow of the frictions in time, we short-timers can take heed and learn what we can about some of life’s foundations and strategies for longevity. Nature rocks!