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Con-vert-i-ble.
Need I say more?
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Local fauna and flora
There are so many cacti! They look native. The palm trees don’t. We’ve seen some even bigger cacti since. But, only in the phoenix area.
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Oh, yeah. I was talking about the flora, but I forgot the fauna that we’ve seen. Yeah…
We saw a Phoenix.
It burst into flames and engulfed the entire city. We only survived because we found out that the little black box under the passenger seat is a warp drive. It might not look like it, but we’re going about 800 mph (My camera has awesome warp features!)
Anyway, after the government cover up and the anal probes we went to Sedona.

They Can’t Rope Us In

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V: We want a map so we can find the trails to walk through the Sedona, but the visitor center is closed for the evening. Then as we are driving through town I see a free travel information shop. I go inside and ask for a map.
“What kind of map are you looking for?”
“Ahhh, one of the Sedona… with trails marked for walking…”
She digs up some maps and opens one. “This is of the entire area (Northern Arazona), have you been to any of these places (she points to the Grand Canyon and several other land marks.)
“Errr, yeah, some…”
“And how many days are you planning on staying in the Sedona?”
“Ummm, one day. We already drove around today, so we are hoping to walk some trails tomorrow, then we are heading north.”
“And do you have accommodations?”
What is this? 20 questions? Do I not get the maps if I answer wrong? Is she going to call the cops on me if I say I was planning on camping somewhere? “We plan on driving into Cameron and camping there.”
She gives me the look by titing her head down so she can peer at me over the top rim of her glasses. “Cameron?” she asked indignantly.
“Mmmhum”
“Do you realize that Cameron is about an hour away?”
“Yes, I’ve we’ve been there before.”
“Who’s we?”
Shit! What did I do to diserve this? “Me and my… ahh… boyfriend.”
“And how old are you?”
“26” I didn’t stutter or miss a beat, yay me and my new determination not to be intimidated.
“And how old is your boyfriend?”
“24”
“Oh, well, never mind then.”
“What was it?”
“It was nothing, don’t worry about it.”
“I realize that it was probably nothing, but now I’m really curious, can you tell me what you were going to say?”
“Well, if both of you were over 25 I was going to give you a free night stay at a luxury time share resort with a free gourmet dinner for 2 as a trial to see if you would be interested in getting a time share.”
“Can I say he is 25?”
“Believe me, I would love to; I get paid on commission; but I need to copy your photo ID’s.”
“Well, worth asking, thanks for the maps!” And I left, newly empowered by knowing that all she was trying to do was rope me into trying out a time share. Dating a 24 year old comes with its ups and downs, this one was a down (I’m really just saying that to be coy, most of the time I forget that I’m older than him because he is so much taller, you’d figure he had more years to grow than I did.) That night we tried to sleep at the campground, but we were found out after only a few minutes. Luckily we had the map out, trying to find where to hike tomorrow, so we told the lady that we were still looking around, and we might not be staying. Then we left and drove to the Best Western back in town and were going to sleep in the parking lot. Then Joe looks at me and says “I think I left my socks at the camp.” He was airing them out b/c they stunk. So we drove back up the mountain to the campground, and then back down to the Best Western to try out my idea of motel parking lots not being patrolled for cars parked overnight.

Chapel of the Holy Cross

We approach this megalith (What the hell’s a Megalith?!) slowly and with awe. We had to go through what appeared to be a gated community of super expensive homes to get here. We stumbled on the church after having fun just driving through these neighborhoods of beautiful houses on cliffs, houses designed to look like pueblos with huge windows, and several other styles of single story peaked roof homes that were individualistic and blended into the mountain forest.
We stopped and stared at the beautiful, yet simple chapel on top of the rock outcropping. So enthralled, we don’t see that a man is closing the gate ten feet in front of the car. Crap. They closed at five. We would have to come back tomorrow.

Tomorrow

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It was surrounded by lush forest and seemed to be the center of many breathtaking cliffs of red. As we circle around the path to the plateau, we are slowly passing up into a dream. Just like we’ve seen so many times, the sun lowering in the afternoon East pulls a pale blue shroud over the landscape. Usually this limits our vision by miles, but this place is not like the scenic lands that we know so well. This one is different.
The land is not deserted. Nothing but sand, rock, and wind is all that is familiar to hundreds of jutting rock, cliffs, canyons, and precipice. This land is lush and fertile; filled with life of all kinds; filled with color so sharp and vivid.
This place is most certainly sacred.

We approach the chapel, who’s sacred history began with the Hopi; the most sacred spot of these people. We destroyed their shrine and built on top. Somehow the Earth, our mother, and the great spirit forgave the white man and blessed this place.

We walk through the temple of our God, as boondocks saints. Wearing our new necklaces of real bone and spirit like the crucifix necklaces portrayed in the movie. It would have been all too perfect if we had walked in and lit a candle, but we had no cash for the dollar donation. Looking back, I should have lit one anyways. It would have fit our way of life. No rules, but those you would like to follow.

The chapel is designed well. It fit perfectly with its surroundings as well as the American Indian way of life. It was a single long stone hinge; three slabs of rock; made not by the weather, space, and time, but by man in his own reflection of nature’s buildings. Other than these two walls and roof, the chapel was only supported by the cross. The decorations, stained glass, and the lighting left me in such a spiritual mood. As we left we stopped at the door and stood strong for one last look. Tears filled Vanessa’s eyes as I saw her like never before, absolutely filled with the spirit of God. She crossed herself, head and heart. I hadn’t noticed my own tears.

I love Jesus! (the semi-sarcastic exclamation Vanessa makes each time we pass a church)
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Posted by - Rain 16:02

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The differences in your stories make them more striking and memorable. Vanessa, your use of dialogue is witty and lots of fun. And, Joe, the experience in the church reinforces the spiritual side of the journey you two are on, reminiscent of "The Dharma Bums" (you should peruse that next time you're doing some free reading in a Borders). And "megalith"?: : a very large usually rough stone used in prehistoric cultures as a monument or building block.

by Sheryl S

my eyes filled with tears reading this - seriously, not sarcastically.

by georgi r

that's a sweet Chapel! I wounder what religion they are.

by buddy-JC

A megalith is a large stone monument. Literally-mega means big and lith means stone!

by BrritterBee

and that chapel was beautiful, as was the story

by BritterBee

brittany is a geek! :)

by georgi r

A chapel is a building used as a place for fellowship and of worship for Christians... hence the big cross on the window (not to be a big snob if you already knew that). If you were looking for the more precise, it is Roman Catholic.

by - Rain

BTW, we kinda already figures the megalith thing out, and really only needed one human dictionary :)

by - Rain

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