Day 25 - Trail Hounding: Long Canyon - Deadman Pass - Mescal

So this is a vortex. I don't get it - we drove the stupid truck right up here and we didn't even need 4 wheel drive. Now they're all in some trance state - facing north, overlooking the Sedona malls. People are strange.

Also at vortex central - the one where they decided to build the airport and place all the microwave towers - no one's sure if that was wise or not. The folks in the trailer are in for the day - they're giving it their best shot to soak up the cosmic energy. The pedestrian just wants to find the trail back to the lower parking lot. He's seen enough already.

A unsuspecting vortexer attempts a selfie. Vortexes (yes, vortexes) hate the self-absorption of selfies.

The World Famous Mighty Three Fingers of Homer.

The Long Canyon trail wanders past these ancient terraces formerly used to farm the blue agave necessary for the ancient aliens' star navigators to see the way. Vortexers use the same technique. They also see stuff.

Not the first shuddering stop at this step.

Such a diversity of cacti.

The desert garden is especially lush after yesterday's rain.

The mystical crossroads of Deadman's and Mescal. Everything is mystical in here. Where the heck are my navigation crystals?

The Boynton Vortex. Over there. We've decided not to actually go to any of the World Famous Vortexes (yes, Vortexes). Too weird. There are two (count 'em) weddings going on over there, accompanied by amazingly tuneless flute and conga tunelessnesses.

Out of earshot of the tunelessness, a well deserved break.

The ocotillos are in bloom.

A lush agave cactus on the mescal trail. Maybe this vortex stuff all stems from the vivid imaginations of a few folks who went a little too far down the Mescal Trail and met up with Don and Carlos.

Whatever they may have been smoking,we must agree the diversity of the geologic and botanical elements is unbelievable.

Our trail presents us with two delectable choices: "difficult" and "extreme". We expect extreme to be even more prickly. They could have labelled them "stoopid" and "really stoopid".

All this vortexing and red rock traversing is really wearing me out!

And now the rocks have turned to frogs - or maybe it's the other way around.

The blue agave, single source of navigator's juice.

And like a mirage, after an all-afternoon vortex loop, our truck appears out of the agave mist.

At trail's end, today's mystery poo.

 

 

 

 

 

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