We took two extra days off work and left Sunday morning for Sedona. What was the plan? We didn't have one. We made Sedona proper around 1:30 PM. The travel center gave us a rudimentary map and pointed us towards FR152. Why, because he was a Power Wagon fan and wanted us to see some dirt.
The first part of the road was full of day hikers. But after a few miles, it was just us.
The road was rocky, but the Power Wagon did amazingly. We got quite a few looks being out there in a full size truck.
Our stomachs were growling, so we turned around and made our way back towards town.
We realized that Mike's current favorite beer is brewed in Sedona. And they have a grill too. So we stopped for dinner at the Oak Creek Brewery and Grill for burgers, and of course beer. We ate on the patio and watched the bats zoom around overhead making quick work of the pests.
We zoomed up to Flagstaff in the dark. The temperatures were dropping and perfect. A quick ice-cream dessert was enjoyed and we turned in, exhausted at La Quinta.
Come morning, we were all tired. Loaded up in the truck, we had breakfast in Hippie Town USA (not an actual place), and made our way south to Sedona in search of the porter Mike enjoyed last night. Beer run completed, I picked up chai and snapped a few more pictures before we started our journey back south. Neither of us were ready to head home, but life beckons.
Two days of outdoor therapy were welcomed by both of us. Fresh pine scented air, red roads, and exploration are good for the soul. No plans, no worries, just enjoying the moment with each other.
It's the little things, folks.
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