Day 38 - Brins Mesa

As always, the trailhead offers no real insights as to what might be in store.

The mercifully short Rules and Regulations. I wonder just how many hang gliders needed rescue before they got singled out for banned behaviour?

Not far along the path the twisted trees rear their spiney branches.

The first bit is very easy and very beautiful on undulating terrain, much like the fabled Turnpath to Whee.

Then, of course, the trail pitches up. Brins Mesa is that ridge behind all the foliage.

Let there be no mistake - I own the red rocks.

At last, we break above the tree canopy and get a view back. Our car is somewhere down in that valley beyond the red cliffs.

On the ridge opposite, the inaccessible ruins of what is believed to be Fred Flintstone's Original House.

After a long climb, Brins Mesa. These mesa-tops are truly amazing, you'd never know this plateau is dangling hundreds of feet in the air. And there's only two ways off - and the one that doesn't go back to our parking lot would be a big mistake. And no hang-gliders!

Our final destination, the summit of Brins, the World-Famous Hillary Knob. It looks a little scary.

Emma Sherpa Brown Sock prepares to summit The Hillary Knob. There are readymade dog bowls up there.

Russ stands proud at the top of the Knob - Emma's hunkering down - it's a little scary windy up here.

Everyone gets a summit photo. The Knob is very small on top, so thank goodness there isn't a lineup to get up here.

The view back to Sedona from The Hillary Knob.

The descent from The Knob causes a few anxious moments.

Emma Sherpa Brown Sock carefully manages the belay as Wendy abseils the descent.

We have discovered many of these carefully hidden silos all over the region. Note the characteristic dome shape and the nearly perfectly disguised hatch on top. There is also a faint thrumming sound from within. We are guessing the legendary"Vortexes" are part of the cover story for these things.

Did we have to mention the vortexes? This broken space time thing is starting to drive me nuts.

If that's not the star ship Enterprise up there - we'd better be worried.

They try to beam up the red rocks. The rocks say no, and toss the transporter beam aside.

As usual, late in the day, the trail disappears down a rabbit hole.

And of course, The Mystery Poo of the Day.

Even the agaves resist the pull.

They are Mythical Agaves, after all..

We are routinely the last ones out of the parking lot, but not today. We actually met the people in that last car, going up the trail, just as we exited. We think they may be Secret Silo Insiders. They seemed sneaky.

Late afternoon, Sedona Road.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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