Saturday, May 12th, had us on the road from Bryce to Sedona, AZ. Highway 89A from Flagstaff to Sedona along the Oak Creek Canyon is beautiful- winding with lots of greenery and red rocks. The previous day in Bryce, we arranged for a cheap hotel in Sedona- the Days Inn Kokopelli. I think it was 2 stars, but it looked cute. Without devoting too much space to negative thoughts and feelings, let me just tell you that it wasn't actually in Sedona proper (30 minutes away by car) and we later renamed it the Days Inn Caca-poopie. At least it had a pool. After close to a week in Utah with no organic vegetables to speak of, we set out in search of a dinner venue with good salads. We found an Italian restaurant with a salad that the midwesterner in me will simply call interesting. Organic field greens, beets, goat cheese, and candied pecans with a soy-ginger vinagrete. I was with them until they decided to add some Asian flare. Still, greens are greens and they went in our bellies.
Sunday morning we sat down in a coffee shop with our precious atlas and started to plan out our next few days. Within 5 minutes of opening it up, some middle-aged guy with a ponytail and cutoffs (the Not Sedona uniform) came over to offer us some travel advice. Thanks to him we hit up Jerome, AZ and Prescott, AZ before heading back to the interstate en route to Tucson. Jerome is a funky little ex-mining town turned artist enclave. Prescott has a rich, Old West, history and is home to the former red-light district called Whiskey Row. We ate lunch on Whiskey Row at the Palace Hotel- famous in part because its patrons carried the bar out of the building and continued to drink in the town square while Whiskey Row burned in 1900. Lunch involved another "interesting" salad and the first Shiner Bock of the trip.
hugs and kisses,
S
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