After checking in to our new resort, we decided to enjoy the beautiful day and take a walk around uptown Sedona… an area filled with shops, restaurants, street performers and the occasional lizard. Who knew?
It’s a lovely spot with a stunning red rock backdrop.
I have no idea what these were… and was almost afraid to ask.
But there was a large horse…
With a really large gun and a Christmas wreath.
This fellow drew a crowd by twirling a length of PVC pipe.
I spotted my first roadrunners…
Sadly, they were metal and wearing bandanas.
This t shirt seemed appropriate considering our current political climate.
I wanted to buy this one. It reminded me of my misspent youth, but the husband was not amused.
And then, as we were walking by a large group of people….
Someone handed me a gecko.
Why? I’m not quite sure…
But he was lovely, with prickly little feet.
And I kind of hated to give him back.
Moving on, the husband tried his hand at whatever this was. The results were not audio worthy, trust me.
We found an extremely jarring bright green patch of astroturf in front of a pizza parlor and could only ask… why?
And then some hot pink Javelinas with White Walker eyes. (Game of Thrones reference. Winter is Coming!)
They were displayed in front of the Pink Adventure Center whose bright pink Jeeps you can’t escape in Sedona. They’re everywhere and specialize in off road tours of the red rocks. I seriously wanted to take one, but the husband was not in the least bit interested.
Boo husband.
On the way to lunch. we passed this woman who clearly had been shopping too long….
It took a while to choose, but when I saw the chicken (Goose? Dinosaur?) tracks…
I knew I’d found a suitable place.
We sat outside.
With a killer view.
I got a little teary eyed at not being able to order the Prickly Pear Margarita.
Because yes … I was still observing the doctor’s alcohol ban, dammit.
The husband ordered the massive Southwest Chicken salad..
While I had a lovely patty melt and sweet potato fries.
After eating, we bid farewell to the Buffalo…
And I choked back a sob as we passed the bar…
(Okay, I may have openly wept. I’m not proud of it.)
And we headed back to the resort.
Passing more decoratively painted Javelinas.
Who knew they were so stylish?
River's world..... 
Of course I can’t prove it, but I suspect that “woman who had clearly been shopping too long” was actually you. If you’ll admit it, I promise not to tell anyone.
Great post, by the way.
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While it’s true I tend to lose my head while shopping…. this time, it wasn’t me. Honest!
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Killer view from that balcony. You are making me want to travel to Arizona. No mean feat!
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You sound like my husband. When I told him where we were going he was less than thrilled. But when we got there? He loved it!!
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Monroe, WI has cows painted like this. Except for the one in front of the clinic. It has bandages, and plaster casts, and stitches, and scars……LOL
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Yes, Tennessee had bears, Maine has lighthouses… I think every state does something similar. But the Javelinas? A wee bit creepy…
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…just a tad
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Lizard love! Gecko was adorable! I’ve never wanted to visit Arizona either. But now I’d love to go! I think you could have a successful career in travel writing, River! Mona
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Thanks. I have to admit that would pretty much be my dream job…. someone paying me to travel and write snarky commentary.
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I’ve had some rather stranger encounters while out and about in my life… like the time I was approached by a strange man about buying some stray feminine hygeine products he was carrying around. But nobody has ever handed me a gecko. That would actually be pretty cool, even if it was probably just a subtle pitch for car insurance…
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Yes, geckos beat stray feminine hygiene products any old day. I’m not even going to ask why a man was walking around with them… no less selling them.
And as far as I could tell, no one was hawking anything here. They just wanted to share the lizard love….
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The guy was either homeless or some con man who tries to sell whatever he can find for money.
Better a gecko than a snake…
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Bernard Cribbins crying there, his song right said Fred…
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Let’s have another cuppa….
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Careful you’ll get addicted. Next you’ll be watching the plank with Eric sykes..
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Color me intrigued.
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At almost the far East of America, you’re at least half British… So historical British film (short) may interest..
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My father’s family is from Scotland though he was born and raised in Surrey. It’s to be expected…
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Interesting. Not many made that journey from North to South . Wonder if he was part of the clearances
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The family seat is in Ardossan, North Ayrshire coast. Business took my grandfather to England and eventually to America where he married my grandmother. They returned to England to raise a family… he travelled back to the states frequently, then became ill here. She brought the kids over in 1920 to be with him. He died a year later and she stayed.
Scotland and England are on my bucket list… might even scare up a few long lost relatives.
😊
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plenty old stuff to see here … not me yet, but leper hospitals and ruins are available. I guess I’ll have to check for cocktail availability..
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I anxiously await your report…
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Booze is everywhere. Not as much ice. End of report.
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First half-good
Second half-not good. I’m American, we like our cocktails chilled. Please remedy this situation before I book a flight…
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but Scottish booze,so I’m told,actually has taste so you don’t need as much ice. They’ll nut you (or give you a Glasgow kiss) if you ask for too much ice..
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Advice noted.
I hate to admit it… apologies to the ancestors… but the one (and only one) alcohol I don’t like is scotch. Shameful, I know.
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you should go and ask for black bush..(the premium one) an irish whiskey. Smooth as. very different from the scottish. Actually you’re more likely to see more Japanese than kilts if you hit tourist season.
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Bushmills, right?
Maybe I should start practicing at home before I go….
Note to self-avoid tourist season.
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Good plan
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They say practice makes perfect…
😉
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Great post! I love the javelinas! And the tee shirts! It’s not every day someone just hands you an animal, good times 🙂
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We were hoping to see a live one, sans paint. But it didn’t happen…
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Those javelinas look like zombie guinea pigs. Scary
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They do indeed. Pigs gone wrong…
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I love the little gecko. Such a sweet little package of lizardness.
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Wasn’t he just? Reptiles rock…
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“On the way to lunch. we passed this woman who clearly had been shopping too long….” The funniest picture you have ever taken!!!
I like your lunch better than your traveling companion’s! (Sorry, if he is going to order a salad for lunch that is what he is designated!)
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So you like women who lose their heads? Interesting…
As for the salad, his appetite was off the entire trip. Little bit of altitude sickness me thinks.
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