Sunday in Sedona

It took us forever to get to 89A toward Sedona; it certainly was not a job for a timid driver, which Bob is not. After entering the highway, we soon began to drive downhill, through mountainous pine forests. There were camping and picnic grounds almost all the way to Sedona, with people, including unattended children, on the side of the road paying little attention to heavy traffic in both directions.

As we neared Sedona, the landscape began to change and we saw glimpses of the famous red rocks. The hillside was decorated with lovely cactuses and the temperature increased by several degrees in the late afternoon soon. We were getting tired and dehydrated; we needed a place to rest and we had no hotel reservation.

Our first tries were unsuccessful: Best Western complex with great views, Hyatt with timeshares for sale, Hampton with no vacancies. The very pleasant customer service rep at the Hampton Inn directed us to the Arroyo Pinion, in fact the Sedona Real. I raced another woman to the reservations desk (yes, I beat her) and booked a beautiful King suite which we like so much that we decided to spend two nights rather than one.