After yesterday’s brutal massage experience, we decided a very appropriate level of activity for the day would be to hit the local Farmer’s Markets and drive around a while to see what’s shaking in Sedona.
Mission plan in hand, we set out at the crack of 9:30 to see what we could see.
First stop, the Farmer’s Market in downtown Sedona!
We saw some really neat booths and we bought everything we needed for a great dinner! Locally raised beef for burgers, fresh asparagus, fresh brussel sprouts and a citrusy beeswax candle to cover the smell of brussel sprouts in the Airstream (wait…why is my phone correcting brussel sprouts? Wait, it’s actually Brussels sprouts? Like, formal and capitalized? How did this vegetable get knighted to the point where it is capitalized? Oh, it is named because it is “the sprout from Brussels.” I did not know that! I guess a person can still learn a thing or two after fifty plus years on this planet).
Now, neat etymology facts aside, I know some of our readers are already making the puke emoji face as soon as we said Brussels sprouts. Hear me out. When you cook vegetables in enough olive oil, sea salt, a little pepper and oven roast them to a perfect crispiness, they are almost, but not quite, entirely unlike french fries. But, they are still pretty good!
I mean, look at that beautiful preparation. Ready for the oven!
This, by the way, is a part of how you offset Pancake Day. With Brussels Sprouts Day. It’s like nature’s version of eating a pipe cleaner. Our bowels appreciate Brussels sprouts day, even if we don’t appreciate it much 😉
Hunting and gathering complete, we stored everything away for later, and we set out to explore the area a bit via our truck.
First stop, a random turn off 89A towards the Red Rock State Park.
On the way into the state park area, we found the last rest area available to the public. Porta-potties only, but as they say, any port in a storm.
Inside, there was a note on the wall that Ann couldn’t resist snapping a picture of.
Imagine this poor, unfortunate person’s inbox. We didn’t get a reply, but we can only assume that this person is just inundated with pics. 🙈 Gross. Kids, this is another learning opportunity. Don’t send pics of anything to strangers! 🛑
Gastrointestinal stability issues under control, we drove deeper into the park area.
As we drove around the corner on some really windy and twisty roads through the canyons, we came upon this structure, perched high upon a cliff. Definitely a unique residence, if that’s truly what it is.
A little googling when we got back to the campground, and we found that this is a house built by a dude that decided he wanted a house on top of this cliff and so he just figured out how to build it. There was a whole WSJ article on this house and everything. He can either hike up to the top, or take the 45 degree tramcar up. End of accessibility options. That’s it. He lives here with his wife and toddler son. Pretty cool views from what we could tell. We honked and completely invaded their privacy by taking several dozen pics, but we were not invited in, so this is as close as we got.
Moving on, we meandered around the area and checked out the other sights to see.
Meandering complete, and with our backs and necks still pretty tender from the assault massage the day prior, we headed back to the camper to pop a couple advil and call it a day.
Dinner was fantastic, as usual, and we sat outside in the rapidly cooling, early evening temperatures and watched the sun set to our west.
We are planning to attempt a real hike tomorrow! We are thinking of hitting the 6.6 mile West Fork Trail or the 6 mile Boynton Mountain Trail. Let’s see how we feel in the morning!
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