Super 8 Sedona Motel
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We watched lightening from our hotel and saw on the news it was in Phoenix which is 150 miles away, although we did get some rain in the night. It is very welcome here as it is so rare. Apparently people don't know how to drive here in rain...(they need to be in England, we get lots of practice don't we?) We travelled about 50 miles to Sedona. This is a very spiritual area where there are ley lines criss crossing ...
... next couple of days, we fortunately managed to grab a few hours sleep, while the sun gracefully rose over the Arizona desert and we clickety-clacked gently eastwards.
Train journeys are a whole different way of travelling. The pace slows, the scenery rolls past and the hours just seem to slip away like sand through your fingers. We had a great time on the train, sitting in the observation car, with large extended windows, ...
... we were able to experience a variety of different roles from yard work to running passenger trains over the whole layout. Phil, Dave and I drove up to Jerome on Friday night for dinner and a great view of the sunset although didn't get any photos. Sunday Phil needed to catch an early plane in Phoenix and then I drove over to Scottsdale to run some trains at McCormick Rail park where 3 clubs are housed in a new modern day building ...
... RV Campground. While doing so we had the displeasure of not only having to drive through Flagstaff but also stop and pick up a case of water. I say displeasure because we had no idea how terrible these drivers were, not to mention clueless. Needless to say, we couldn't be happier to get out of that hell hole and on to the scenic highway 89-alternate.
Highway 89a was very scenic and I am glad we ...
... more spiritually to me than the opulence of some big churches, and I thought how magnificent it would have been to have Mass there with such a backdrop, so that one could see the Divine Creator's handiwork and give praise.
I wrote a poem in honour of this place while on the train going from Maracopa to New Orleans
Red, red, red -everything is red.
i was warned it would be so!
Is it still your favourite colour?