Into the red rock

Wednesday (yesterday) was mundane. Work to do in the morning, then closed things out by heading down to the George & Dragon pub for the monthly Riders Association of Triumph meeting.

At 22 attendees it was their biggest meeting in months. Saw NYSteve and several other riders from Saturday's venture again, and picked up a GSXR master cylinder from Steve to try out on the Sprint. Nice collection of bikes out in the parking lot. No program really, just good conversation and invites to further riding while in the area.

As our days here dwindle down to a precious few we're starting to feel the pressure. So today we headed north on I-17 to Sedona. It's a two-hour slog up the Interstate, over a fairly high (4000-foot plus) pass that isn't marked at the summit. Then off the freeway onto a two-lane and into the spectacular red rimrock of Sedona.

Though I couldn't feel the spiritual energy vortex that New Agers claim is here (maybe I should have stopped at the crystal shop) we did have a great late lunch at Shugrue's Hillside Grill. Not cheap, and you didn't have to buy lunch to know it. Just see how much jewelry the ladies at the next table were sporting.





The mountains are spectacular and surround the town. We took a side trip to a remarkable Catholic chapel designed by a student of Frank Lloyd Wright and built into a rock formation south of town, on Federal land. Thanks, Barry Goldwater. A remarkable place.

While up at the chapel I grabbed a shot of a hilltop home down below. A triumph of money over taste. Crystals needed, a massage and some serious meditation.

Back home by 7:30. Fun day!