We got into Sedona by mid-day. The drive into town was a beautiful windy 2 lane highway through a grove of small trees, following down into a red rock river, which lead to breathtaking views of the canyons.
Once in town, we each had a chance to unwind with a massage from Diana at Uptown Massage. That night we had dinner at an alarming corny faux-italian-villa-style restaurant, and hunkered down for the night at The Penrose B&B. With incredible views, and hospitality it was definitively the most beautiful inn experience on our journey.
The following morning we awoke to the burning warmth of the dessert sun, and stumbled our way downstairs and onto the back porch for an impressively fresh and bountiful 3-course breakfast.
Another stop on our way out of town at a local farm stand, and indian trading post, for our last collection of trading beads and handwoven baskests; and we were off to the Grand Canyon.
Nearing the end of our journey, with still a long drive home, our stop at the Grand Canyon was short. We drove north from Sedona, and paid our respects at the South Rim.
Our stop for that night would be Barstow, California. We made a pit-stop along the way for a late lunch of burgers and root beer floats, at Mr. D's.
The night in Barstow, was relatively unremarkable, and the only thing worth mentioning was the much needed morning dip-off in the motel pool. The next morning it was a quick drive up HWY 5, and home again home again jiggity jog. Now in the comforts of Martinez, CA it was time for a homemade blackberry pie, with berries fresh-from-the-back-garden berries.
Ahhh...what a trying journey it was!
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