The Four Corners is basically a point where the four states of New Mexico, Utah, Colorado and Arizona meet in the middle of Navajo country. There was a handicraft market where Navajo art and jewellery was being sold, and a little landmark for photo opportunity. We took the obligatory photo and had a look at the lovely pottery and jewellery. The most beautiful area was behind the touristy bit and we just sat there for a while, staring into the vast distances and enjoying the quiet. It was hot and dry there, with rust-coloured dusty rocks poking high from the ground. Just to sit there and feel how small we are compared to such backdrop was amazing, a great place to meditate.
On the way to Sedona we stopped at a Walmart and bought an air mattress – one night on yoga mats was enough, thank you, we like being comfy. The drive to Sedona was amazing: at first the ground is very flat, hours of straight road enough to make you dizzy. We saw the mountains in the distance like a mirage and then suddenly we were surrounded by red Arizona rocks. Triin booked us a campground in Cottonwood, a 20-minute drive from Sedona for two nights and it was spectacular: there was a pool, lounge area and a shop, the staff was super friendly, the views amazing, they even have loads of trails and a vineyard next door to them. Luckily we got there about an hour before sunset so we could set up our tent in peace. As we were enjoying our pot noodle dinner we continued listening to our current favourite podcast The Serial Season 1.
The sky at sunset in Arizona desert is breathtaking – the colours of violet, lavender, rose and yellow create a hue that I tried to get on film but didn’t quite succeed so I carry the image in my mind instead. If we weren’t scared of snakes and such we would’ve probably gone for a sunset walk but we preferred staying alive so we enjoyed the quietness and sunset from our campsite instead. Snakes wouldn’t come here, would they?
I woke up in the morning refreshed and ready for the new day, I only had to wait for the sun to come up. It was light though, so I wasn’t sadly sitting in the dark at 5:30am. On one side the of us the full moon was going down and the other side the sun was coming up as I was making our coffee. Being with someone or a long time you learn things about each other, like wake Triin up with coffee in your hand, it’s like taming a lion. Remember happy wife, happy life – true story.
So after our oatmeal breakfast, we drove to Sedona, obviously whilst listening to Serial. Sedona is sort of in a valley of red mountains which makes it very beautiful and special. Funny fact – we only chose to visit Sedona because Triin had her hair done in Lancaster, Pennsylvania and her hairdresser said it’s the prettiest place in America, hands down. We didn’t really know much about the place so we were keen to learn a bit more. Thus, we popped into the visitors centre and had the nicest chat with a guy there and gave us some ideas for the Grand Canyon trip after Sedona. Visitor centres (or Tourist Information places) are great – they pretty much know *everything*.
Sedona claims to have several vortexes (energy centres or something like that) and is known as a very spiritual place. We didn’t know anything about vortexes so I’m not gonna pretend, one thing for sure though, Triin claimed to feel much more anxious energy almost to the extent of shaking at times. Go figure. Most of the shops in the main street had an array of healing crystals, yoga clothes and other spiritual goodies. As we walked around we noticed very dark clouds approaching so we knew the rain was coming. Very exciting as this was to be my first monsoon. We went to this communal eating place and took some photos of the red mountains just before the monsoon and then it hit us. It’s like the sky emptied itself for about 20-30 mins, people ran in from the street soaked to the bone, it looked like the end of the world. So we did the obvious thing and had some drinks and admired this mayhem from a dry place. When I ordered the drink however, the bar lady asked where we were staying to which I sheepishly replied that I hoped our tent was still where we had left it. Needless to say the entire bar erupted in a laugh. After telling her that we were staying Cottonwood, she said that it should be fine; at the point I was more happy about having a sangria and would deal with that later.
After 30 mins the monsoon passed, we explored the shops and bought some sushi to take back to our campground and (hopefully) our tent. Luckily it was still there, happy days. After some Serial episodes (yes, we were hooked) we enjoyed our last night in Sedona. In the morning we had some oats, packed up and before leaving Triin recommended that we go for a swim in the pool as the weather was already boiling. I met a interesting pensioner Trump supporter – her husband had passed a couple of years ago and they used to travel loads, now she got a smaller RV and still goes travelling by herself, what a legend.
On our way out we went to a very nice vineyard next door to taste some of the local wine before heading off to Grand Canyon. In the US the wine tastings cost money (not like in France or South Africa where they give the nectar of gods away for free) and often the price includes a souvenir wine glass. Theirs said ‘Live, Laugh, Love’ on it – what a great motto to live by. We’re keeping it.