Once again, the top-secret government weather control agency based in Sedona is testing one of their top-secret devices. The dark force-field appears to shield the hill from whatever is going on - the command post is probably buried deep inside.
Wendy and Ellie are oblivious to the obvious danger. Even the black helicopters have disappeared.
This highly unusual phenomenon begged for at least one eerie intepretation.
The fully operational death star locks onto the lone hiker on the peak. Look, pictures don't lie.
The tremendous tidal forces caused by the death star flip a rainbow upside-down. You can't make this stuff up.
I was over the moon when a cloud bird made an appearance within the context of the phenomenon.
Oblivious tourists continue to pose for photos at Kodak Point.
The insane testing of the death star continued for about 45 minutes. During that time, all the bats in Sedona went to sleep.
The swirling vortex marks the passage of the death star into hyperspace. We have no idea where it went.
Ella marvels at the exquisite control of this mountain biker.
Death star action complete, we continue on with the serious business of today's hike.
High on the Hog takes us, well, high on the hog.
They really are everywhere you want to be.
We choose to go where the Pink Jeeps can't.
Ellie sizes up our next obstacle. Particularly sobering are the many scrape marks left by bicycles ending badly.
Post phenomenon we are treated to an incredible cloud performance.
Things are actually still bloomimg up here!
Whispy clouds go by.
Today's run out is no less spectacular than the main event.
Half moon rising.
The last bits of alpenglow light the way as we race for home before darkness falls.
Sunset in the parking lot.
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