Apr 6 2013
Oh crap! I broke Mom!!!
This morning I fetched Mom from the hotel and brought her back to the campground where we had breakfast and planned the day.
This morning I fetched Mom from the hotel and brought her back to the campground where we had breakfast and planned the day.
Montezuma Castle, a whole different kind of urban sprawl! |
We started out at the Montezuma Castle National Monument
which is just north here on the west bank of the Beaver Creek. There’s a pretty
good interpretive center explaining some of the history of the area as well as
a very easy paved trail below the 800 year old cliff dwellings. We even managed
to catch a talk by one of the rangers while out on this trail.
Man! I wouldn't want to be the gopher that had to get all that stone and mud up there! |
We ambled along and imagined life in these cliff houses
stacked one above the other in some places. As a mother at what point do you
let your child leave the house, which involves negotiating very narrow ledges above big drops, on their own, ? How long does it take before you stop dreading
carrying water or firewood from the valley floor up to the front door? Or does it never stop until the kids are big enough to take over? What
was it like coming home in the dark, perhaps slightly tipsy, after a dance or other gathering?
Eventually we decided we were not going to get answers to
questions like this unless we lived it ourselves, and that wasn’t going to
happen! So we eventually made our way back to the van.
By the way, is it just me or are there faces up there watching our every move?? |
Anyway, blissfully unaware and having done our quota of hiking for the day we shifted to
road-trip mode and headed on up the road to Sedona.
I bet you stepped carefully when you came out the front door! |
Little did we know that nice drive up SR179 was to be the
last quiet stretch of road for a while!
Can you imagine walking home at night with a bit of a buzz on after the party?! Might be enough to make you swear off drinking! |
Finally working our way through the heart of Sedona one
car-length at a time, we shifted over to SR89A and continued north through Oak
Creek Canyon. The road here clings to the canyon wall above Oak Creek and
though there’s not actually a lot of road in some places it seemed like any little patch alongside
it, big enough or not, was under a car, many of which didn’t quite get all the
way off the road before stopping. It was very pretty through here but the place
was crawling!
Or maybe you just pick a nice patch down here by the river and sleep it off. |
The whole Sedona area has lots of trails and ruins and
forest roads and is in a national forest large enough to have three separate
districts and looks like it would be a great place to spend some time
exploring, but not today.
Today we stuck to driving. We drove to the head end of Oak Creek Canyon where the
road negotiates 6 switchbacks as it climbs up to the mesa above the canyon.
There’s a rest area/arts & crafts market/overlook up there.
We walked to
the end of the path and looked down on where we had been, turned around and
watched some climbers working a cliff just to our northeast, and did some
shopping at the many booths set up along the way. It was a pleasant break.
Not wanting to run the gauntlet of the canyon again we
continued north on SR89A. It was, by comparison, a very relaxed drive through
some great forest scenery. Not all that far south of Flagstaff we picked up I17
and headed south towards our respective temporary homes again.
By the time we ate dinner light was fading and I took Mom
back to her room where I promptly broke her!
This guy was doing his own version of an afternoon stroll near the rest area at the head of Oak Creek Canyon. |
As she stepped out of the van and headed towards her ground
floor room a curb jumped up in the way and she went sprawling. The sound was awful, a bump, cry, scrabble, thud.
Oh crap oh crap oh crap!! My sister is going to kill me! As
this trip approached she made it emphatically clear, on several occasions, that
I was to take good care of Mom on this trip, and there were some thinly veiled
threats about the consequences of not doing so. Now look what’s happened!
Mom is now settled in her room with her knee iced down and a full ice bucket within reach, and
I’m sitting here in my campsite freaking out! I might have to move and not
tell anyone, especially my sister, what my new address is!
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