Arizona Adventures: Part 1

My first thought after stepping out of the plane at the Phoenix Sky Harbor International Airport was, “Toto, we’re not in Kansas anymore.” That thought returned, a few minutes later, while waiting for my husband near the restrooms.  A man walked up to me, told me my necklace was beautiful and THEN asked me what it was.  Yeah, that was strange.  By the time we arrived to pick up our rental car, I realized why my husband had such a fit about how much I packed.  When I explained  that most of it was for my hair, I’m pretty sure his words were, “Chunk that crap and wear a hat!”  Yeah, I really listened to that.  He should know better than to try and separate a girl from her hair supplies.  Still, I felt bad watching him carry my bag.  As a general rule, I NEVER check luggage.  I’ve had my luggage lost twice.  Once, when I was in Germany and my luggage stayed behind in France.  The second time was when I was in Rhode Island.  I had to wait in line to report it with a bunch of loud angry people.  Neither time was any fun.   We intended to pack light.  We probably should have each used our small rolling luggage as a carry on, but there is something freeing about only taking what you can carry.   The employees at Enterprise were super nice and accommodating.  We totally got an upgrade because we reserved a mid sized car and they were fresh out.  So, we got our pick of the full sized cars they had on hand.  I picked a 2015 Dodge Charger. That thing was BAAAAD!  Once we got on the road, we realized how hungry we were.  I don’t know if all men get grumpy when they’re hungry, but mine sure does.  I pulled out my phone and started searching.  I found a restaurant close by with a great rating. What did we ever do before smart phones?  Anyway, we headed in that direction. We drove through a residential area that looked neat and clean.  I think knowing what part of town you’re in is important while traveling.  I really have no desire to be like Clark Griswold in “National Lampoon’s Vacation.”  Anyway, we ate at this place called, “Mi Patio.”


I ordered the Baja Spinach and Feta Cheese Chimi.  It was every bit as good as it looks.  The service was great and the food was amazing!

We finished eating and started on our two hour drive to Sedona.  Being a Carolina girl, it’s really not odd to see sand and palm trees.  It is disturbing, however, to see sand and palm trees and no ocean.  Even though I knew we were far from the coast, I kept expecting, around every turn, to catch a glimpse of crystal blue water trimmed with white foam from crashing waves.

I was so tired.  I stayed up the night before, writing notes for my kids to open every single day we were gone.  The twins are still a little young, so I wrote notes and drew pictures on their daily outfit bags I packed.



However, it really didn’t matter how tired I was because the closer we got to Sedona the more excited I got.  The landscape changed from sand and cacti to hills and mountains.


Clay and large rocks started to appear. Everything was unbelievably beautiful.


You know that feeling of looking at something so beautiful that you want to cry?  Yeah, that’s how I felt.  I’ve never seen anything like it.


Words can’t describe it and pictures just don’t do it justice.  It’s something you have to see for yourself to understand.


The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament sheweth his handywork.  Psalm 19:1



One thought on “Arizona Adventures: Part 1

  1. I’m so glad you both enjoyed the trip. I didn’t tell you but I took pictures of the little bags with your sweet notes for the twins and the envelopes for the big kids. I was quite impressed (but not surprised) at how much thought you put into making sure they got a special message each day. You are one special mom!


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