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Nine hours and several scattered downpours later, I arrived in the gorgeous town of Sedona. Other than the airport in Phoenix, I had never really been in Arizona and with many of my friends recommending this particular town, famous for its red rocks and metaphysical qualities, I knew that this was the perfect place to explore the Grand Canyon State.
A few weeks ago, my friend Karen and I decided to get out of town and visit Rose up in Santa Cruz. It was a journey that we had tried to make happen since she moved up there in May, but conflicting schedules made it impossible. Finally, after a human sacrifice and the proper alignment of the planets, we found ourselves driving up the 101 Freeway bound for Northern California.
I had never been to Santa Cruz so I was incredibly excited about this trip. Rose had planned several activities that she thought we would be interested in and I quickly realized there was no way we could do it all in the weekend we were there.
Arriving after a long drive, we were greeted by Rose and one of her new friends.
T.S. Eliot once said, “The journey not the arrival matters.”
First thing tomorrow morning, I am getting out of town. Revving up the ol’ Hot Tamale (my darling and reliable car), and heading to the city of sin. That’s right folks, I’m heading to Las Vegas!
But before I go, I must make sure I have everything one could possibly need on such a roughly five-hour trip through the desert. Continue reading
Defining Wonderland 