Southward-bound just a little: Sedona, Arizona

I left Flagstaff this afternoon for Sedona. That's not quite enough southward migration for this duck to bask in the night air. Let's talk about something else while my pin feathers fluff to hold the heat.

"Hyuh, hyuh, I'm the Marshall in these parts."

Scottsdale is known for being the frontier. But, all hyuh aside, downtown Scottsdale is a cool place to hang, at least at night. Maybe daytime! 

The Grand Canal, Phoenix, at N. Central Ave.

 

I included this average photograph of a spectacular chandelier so I could tell you it costs $131,000.

The mural on the side of the building: priceless

A bird comes to drink pool water.

Really? A bird is drinking pool water?

Where?

WHERE?

 I'll be hitting some Sedona/Old Cottonwood sights/sites soon.

Friendship and death: Sedona, Arizona boondocking

Look who came all the way to The Desert to see us! Our very, very good friends, Carolyn and Annie!

Carolyn and Annie at Montezuma's Well, where they were wary of revenge.

  Sure, we look all sedate like middle-aged women are supposed to. Should I have worn absorbent undergarments? Did you bring the sherry? How many more steps? I could use a nap. I said DID YOU BRING THE SHERRY? THE SHERRY! NO! THE SHERRY!!!

L to R: Carolyn, NotMyAnnie, me, MyAnnie

However, Carolyn (far left) is the Venom Whisperer. She showed us our first scorpion within an hour of arrival. We knew they come out at night, which usually keeps us out of our lawn chairs after happy hour, but we had never seen one.

Later that night she found this guy in slo-mo flight:

It's chilly at night now. He was rockward-bound in the slow lane.

This is my camera on tequila.
Western diamondback rattlesnake txts friends: LOLOMG! U wont Blieve this. BCH pls!

Carolyn missed our trip to the V-V Ranch because she was stung by a fire ant and had an allergic reaction.

But, after that, things just got ridiculous.













And we saw things:

Montezuma's Castle. 

Coffeepot Rock, Sedona.

A mountain

Bell Rock is thought to be a vortex. I think it's spin.

Our campsite, the Valley of Death. 

Seeing Annie and Carolyn after eighteen months was like we never left the 'Burg.

After a few days, they decided to leave before Carolyn invoked javelinas. Sorry guys! Next time we'll meet someplace nice, instead of Sedona.

We miss you already.