We just returned from a week in Sedona. Our first visit, but I hope not our last. I could rattle on for pages about the beauty, peace, and spiritual awe of the place. There is so much to learn about the early tribes and those that still inhabit this area–the ancient Sinaqua (without water) and today’s Yavapai, Navaho, Hopi, Zuni, and Apache. The historic sites and museum near Flagstaff were fabulous resources and we soaked up every bit of geologic and cultural history we could in our visit. These peoples were incredibly ingenious and resourceful. Many of them used sustainable farming methods that experts are trying to reintroduce to agriculture today.
Anyway, a picture is worth a thousand words–so here we go.
These are the red rock formations the Sedona area is known for.
The towering sandstone and limestone formations along Oak Creek outside of Sedona, one of the most beautiful scenic drives the US has to offer.
Part of a larger petroglyph that incorporates a very sophisticated calendar marking the equinoxes and solstices, that the Sinaqua planted and harvested by. These are from between 1100 and 1400 AD.
A couple of the literally HUNDREDS of shots I took of ordinary things are are stupendously beautiful. This is a prickly pear cactus. And below are juniper berries on the ground.
The two Einsteins.
I wanted a small piece of Native-made jewelry actually sold by them and not middlemen, so I searched out a Native market in a state park vista near Flagstaff and went there. The tribes have an agreement with the national park service to have a daily market at this spot. I did buy a ring, which was hard to pick out among all the lovely jewelry they make.
One final story. At the petroglyph site, which was out in the middle of nowhere on a rough gravel road, we came back after listening for three hours to a professor explaining the fascinating symbolism and culture of the images to a flat tire on our rental car. It was 3 pm and the sun was very hot. There were only two other cars in the lot, one was empty and one was parked near us. The Native American fellows in that car had been at the site listening too. Anyway, we were frozen in panic for a minute until the two fellows got out and told us they’d change the tire for us. My husband and I could have probably done it, but it would have taken a lot longer since neither of us are experts at all that. They had it done in 15 minutes. I can’t tell you what that kindness meant to us. We thanked them profusely and they just laughed and said, “We know you would have done it for us.”
I’ll be sharing some more photos of desert textures, which I’ve become obsessed with, but for now–here’s a great summation of our Sedona experience.