Sunday, September 13, 2015 : Sedona, Phoenix

Sedona is famous the world over for its red rocks, which we came to see, much more than the artificial world of art galleries and new-age shops of all flavors.

Cathedral Rock, Sedona, AZ

Cathedral Rock, Sedona


We leave our hotel and head back toward the city center thru Cathedral Rock, a big red cliff showing the flat sandstone layers common to all geological formations of the old Colorado plateau. The small parking lot is packed, we are not able to climb the rock.


We randomly look for other hikes and end up at the Arizona Tourist Infomation office, where a very friendly employee gives us a detailed map of all the trails in the area.


Devil's Bridge, Sedona, AZ

Devil's Bridge, Sedona


We set up to climb to Devils Bridge, a natural arch along a cliff. I am still struggling to understand how Americans classify hikes. It seems to be according to their length, more or less ignoring possible technical difficulties along the way.


By absolute chance, I have a conversation with one of the greatest Bruce Springsteen fans on Earth, even more than me, which is already quite an achievement. We share lots of anecdotes, and she ends up pretending to be very jealous that one day, during a concert, I have shaken Clarence "Big Man" Clemons' hand.


It is now time to leave Sedona, a strom is brewing above us. It will catch us up a little later down the road.


We cross Phoenix, a large, flat city with no other interest than taking us to Mesa, our stop for the night.