When I left France mid-November to come back to St. Martin, I traveled via Phoenix, Arizona and New York--not the most direct route, to be sure, but a most scenic and entertaining one! Patrice and our two daughters met me in Phoenix for a long-awaited family vacation to visit friends and family and to explore Sedona and the Grand Canyon.
Sedona can be found in an area aptly called Red Rock Country half-way between Phoenix and the Grand Canyon. Its tourist board boasts of relaxation surrounded by nature, a concept we found to be true during the three days we sojourned there. We stayed in an idyllic lodge along the peaceful Oak Creek and the highlights of our stay included an early morning canyon rim ride in a pink jeep (fulfilling a childhood dream of one of our daughter's) and hiking up to a mesa (an isolated flat-topped hill with steep sides).
Honestly, all our attempts to describe what we were seeing as we hiked down were feeble at best and my photos don’t do it justice. Even when you’re standing right in front of it and walking down into it, it’s impossible to take in. All I kept thinking was “only God could’ve created something as incredible as this.”