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Because nothing ever goes smoothly.

As we were driving down to Phoenix, I checked my Delta mobile app and saw that not only had our flight been cancelled due to bad weather, but that we’d been scheduled for one the following day… which was forecast to be an even worse storm.

Thinking oh Hell no, I called the airline and argued, cursed, berated,  begged, pleaded, flirted, and okay…. promised a future child to secure us a flight for that day.

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It worked, but we couldn’t fly into Maine as planned and could only get as far as Boston. This forced the husband to frantically scour his phone contacts to see which friend he could talk into driving south 3 hours in a raging blizzard to pick us up.

You find out who your true friends are in situations like that.

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Yeah.

Because I can’t honestly say I would have done it.

And now….

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The required  she has to have the window seat so she can take pictures even though she has no idea where or what they are  aerial photos.

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No matter how many times I fly…

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I’m always that geeky kid who gets a huge kick out of looking down on our world.

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The ever changing landscapes never cease to thrill me.

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The grandeur of the mountains…

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The ridiculous giant tiddly winks….

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It’s all good.

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What do you do with a 4 hour layover in Minneapolis?

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You drink….

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You eat a surprisingly decent shrimp alfredo….

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And watch this cowpoke couple play video games without speaking to each other for over an hour and a half.

Not one word.

Ah, modern living. Where the art of conversation is well and truly dead.

Long story short…

( Who am I kidding, I’ve never told a short story in my life. This vacation was 2 weeks long and it’s taken me 48 days to blog about it. But in my defense? There were a lot of rocks.)

We arrived home exhausted at 4:30 am… after a nail biting  (just an expression, I pay way too much for these babies to nibble)  5 hour  (should have taken 2.5)  snow blinded  (there must have been a road, but we didn’t see it)  ice covered  (slipperier than a Trump family lawyer)  drive.

The end.

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No, truly.

No more rocks, no more vacation pics.

I don’t even have the next trip planned yet.

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And now..

Back to your regularly scheduled program.

Goodbye rocks…

 

The day I’d been dreading had arrived.

Our Arizona departure.

 

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(Hang on, not quite yet.)

We packed, and while cleaning out the condo I found this.

 

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Oh, sure. Hide the wild animal warning sheet where the unsuspecting tourists won’t find it until it’s too late. Heck, I would have enjoyed spotting the occasional wild pig or bloodthirsty squirrel strolling the grounds during our stay… but no. And now we’re leaving. What a rip off.

Check out time was 10:00 am, but our flight didn’t leave till 2:30 pm so we took our time and said goodbye to the rocks.

 

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The beautiful red rocks…

 

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We said goodbye to the pink sidewalks and buildings…

 

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I even said goodbye to this guy…

 

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Who was still trying to escape the rocks.

 

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We had our last chuckle at the weirdest mailbox we’d ever seen.

 

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And bid the rocks farewell…

 

 

You’re beautiful….

 

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And we will miss you..

(Okay, I’ll miss you. The husband said once you’ve seen one rock, you’ve seen them all. He’s a heathen. A heathen I tell you!)

And just like that, we were gone…

Heading down to Phoenix to catch our flight.

 

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Phoenix.

 

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Where there are no rocks…

 

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Just cactus.

 

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Lots and lots of cactus.

 

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Veritable forests of cactus.

 

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Some of them … weird.

 

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Okay…

Not that weird, but still.

It’s all about the rocks… and some food.

Our last meal in Sedona was a late lunch and of course, it turned out to be the best restaurant we found during our two week trip.

Yes Martin, this is a food filled post.

You’re welcome.

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Perched on top of a hill, the Mariposa Grille had some great views.  (Of rocks.)

Mariposa means butterfly in Spanish, and they featured prominently in the decor at this Latin themed beauty.

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Views  (And rocks! Did you see the rocks?)  aside..

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It was a large…

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And rather impressive place.

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I mean hey, check out that door.

It’s made of rocks!

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There was live music with a Spanish guitar, and more beautiful views.

(Of rocks!)

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I ordered a few Caipirinhas… the national drink of Brazil.

Just to get in the proper mood and spirit of the place.

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And then on the advice of the waiter, we tried the Yuca fries.

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Not to be confused with Yucca… which apparently tastes like soap… the Yuca were too die for!

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To be honest, I had no idea what they were at that point.

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But had I Googled this Yuca meme beforehand?

I most assuredly would have passed.

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Lunch for me was the Funghi Sublime. And sublime it was.

 Scottsdale Burger Battle Judges’s Choice Winner 2018 ~ Smothered in sauteed Mushrooms, finished with imported Truffle Cheese and Truffle Dijonnaise

That burger positively melted in my mouth and was expertly cooked.

My husband ordered the Senor Fish, and was not disappointed either.

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Pan-Fried and Seasoned with their House Rub, Lemon-Caper Aioli, and Shredded Romaine, on a Whole Grain Bun accompanied by 3 Seed Coleslaw.

This was an upscale South American restaurant with Latin inspired cuisine, and everything was served on the most wonderful plates. (Rocks! They were made from rocks!)   I wish we’d found it sooner and been able to go back for a full dinner. I’m sure it would have been marvelous.

How upscale you ask?

There was some interesting artwork hanging on the walls…

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Made with some rather expensive rocks.

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And they were all for sale.

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Yeah.

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Rocks.

Ya gotta love ’em.

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But maybe not that much.

Splatter dabs, rat urine and my worst nightmare.

 

I learned a lot on our final walk around the Sedona Heritage Museum.

 

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(I’d ask you to name this rusty piece of crap, but they beat me to it.)

I learned about tent houses.

 

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All the comforts of home.

Not.

 

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And if I needed any more proof that I wouldn’t have made a good settler’s wife?

That’s it right there.

 

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I also learned about big pancakes.

 

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Really big pancakes.

 

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Which got me thinking…

 

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Makes perfect sense to me.

Entering the fruit packing shed that was used when the property was a working orchard..

 

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The husband fell in love with this old machine.

 

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Which I admit was kind of cool.

 

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But I also liked the funky steam punk apple peeler.

 

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Although that first bite has got to be hard on the teeth.

 

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The shed had a lovely old carriage.

And a short film on the history of Sedona.

 

 

There was also some fascinating info on rat urine.

Yes, rat urine.

A woefully under explored topic in most museums…

 

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I often call my husband a pack rat, because he comes home with all sorts of trash treasure as well.

 

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But damn.  20,000 years?

That’s some powerful pee.

 

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And now, our final discovery.

My worst nightmare.

 

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There was a small section on prohibition…

And yes, I may have wept.

 

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Oh…

The horror!

John Wayne and $40 text messages.

 

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This cute little building was next up on our tour of the Sedona Heritage Museum.

 

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Admittedly it didn’t look like much upon entry.

But then the husband saw this…

 

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And I can’t swear to it, but I think he might have orgasmed right then and there.

Me?

 

 

Because as much as I love history, including that of the old west… I despise the old Hollywood westerns. The inaccuracies, the one dimensional characters, the predictable plots? You can have them.

 

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Yes, I know… it’s unAmerican. So sue me. But the soundtrack to my 35 year marriage has been Rio Bravo, Eldorado, and The Sons of Katie Elder.  If  I never see another John Wayne movie?  I will die a happy woman.

 

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But for the husband to be standing in the actual telegraph office building that was used to shoot The Angel and the Badman?

To walk where Wayne walked?

 

 

Yeah, that looks about right.

 

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The studios made a lot of movies in Sedona back in the day, and while the husband was happily reading about the fake west….

 

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I found an early Xerox machine from the real one.

Dare ya to print a copy of your butt on that!

 

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And being a telegraph office, naturally there was telegraph machine.

 

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But holy crap!

I never realized it was so expensive to send a message back then. $40 for a 10 word text? I’d be on the streets in no time flat.

And speaking of the old days…

 

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Yes sir.

You really had to want it.

We’re finally there….

 

Yes, it’s the last full day of the Arizona vacation.

 

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And to think it only took me 43 blog posts to get here.

 

 

Hey, don’t blame me. You’re the ones reading them.

Our day started in an arts and crafts gallery.  Sedona is full of them and not one will allow you take pictures.

So here’s a picture.

 

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I saw the framed blessing below and wished I knew someone who was getting married. It would have made a great gift.

 

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Next stop was the Sedona Heritage Museum.

 

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An unassuming little place tucked away in the canyon…

 

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Do ya see the red rocks in the background?

Huh?

Do ya?

 

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The husband happily strolled around outside and examined rusty things.

 

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There were lots of them.

 

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Including one I could identify but he couldn’t.

 

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Name That Crap.

Go….!

 

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The museum building itself began as a one room cabin and eventually morphed into an early settler’s ranch. It was filled with antiques original to the house, memorabilia and history of a bygone age.

Naturally they wouldn’t let you take pictures.

 

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So here are some pictures.

 

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Yes, that’s part of an authentic chuck wagon from the old west. A piece of tin was folded down from the back and held up by a timber. This acted as the kitchen counter for the camp cook… because really, how much space do you need to make beans?

 

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There were numerous out buildings to tour including this one that was filled with,

Well…

 

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Rusty crap.

But then in the back I saw…

 

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What?

 

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Yes.

The world’s only teal arches.

 

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I know.

Teal arches.

Remember, you saw it here first.

Funky trees, metal warrior women and some dinosaur dung.

 

Tlaquepaque – the sequel.

Trees.

 

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They were everywhere in this quaint shopping village.

 

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And allowed to go pretty much anywhere…

 

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Which was environmentally friendly…

 

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And at times, down right comical.

 

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There was a strange bird with red peppers on it’s head…

 

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And naked warrior women made out of metal.

 

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Also with birds.

Tell the truth…. how many of you men actually noticed the bird?

 

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We walked by Albert again…

 

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And into a store that sold dinosaur poo.

 

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Supposedly authentic… which caused my husband to snort.

Like you could you tell?

 

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The village was lovely.

 

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With a distinct Spanish flavor.

 

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Which probably explains why the French cafe where we had lunch was so absolutely un-French.

 

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It had a slight Gallic atmosphere.

 

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And yes, French Onion soup.

 

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But the closest the menu came to French cuisine was my uninspired, build it yourself chicken salad sandwich on a croissant.

 

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The husband’s?

 

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Might have had Grey Poupon.

Ooh La La Lame.

 

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Finishing our circuit, we stopped at a Native American jewelry store. The prices were high, and though tempted…. I was going to walk out empty handed until the husband started talking.

When the husband starts talking? I know we’re going to be there a while and resumed shopping. Seriously this time.

So it really was his fault I spent a large chunk of change on this bracelet.

 

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Yup.

His fault.

 

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On our way out, a giant aloe vera plant threatened to swallow him whole while he gazed at a statue…

 

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No. Not really…

But I totally would have posted that video to YouTube if it had.

 

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Said statue.

 

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Fountain.

Or tiny public bathtub, tough call.

 

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Cat statue, directly opposite a pot filled with….

 

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That can’t be a coincidence.