I never finished writing about our trip to Sedona. And now that we’re home, I forget everything! Not really, but now that we’re home, Nick’s pain has returned. There’s something magical about Sedona. We believe it with all of our hearts. I’d consider living there if it could help Nick feel better (and that’s saying a lot, because it’s a tiny little town in the middle of hot ass Arizona).
Nick Fener and Mike “Flutebaar” showing off their new flutes.
On our last day in Sedona, Nootbaar and I bought flutes. We bought hand made traditional Native American flutes. They are so cool!
Our new purchases sparked an interest in flute players, so we went to a free flute concert that evening at our hotel. David Wolfs Robe gave an incredible presentation about the history of native American flutes, and played music from a number of beautiful flutes in his collection. In the middle of his performance he began playing a song with a gorgeous flute made by a prominent flute maker and musician. After a minute or so he abruptly stopped playing the song and said he was only going to play half of the song. He then walked toward Nick and handed him the flute and said that he should finish the song and that the flute was his gift to Nick.
We were absolutely shocked! His generosity was so unexpected, we were actually quite puzzled. Nick even asked him if he was serious. That unforgettable moment when he handed Nick the flute is my favorite moment from our entire trip. The look on Nick’s face was priceless. What a cool souvenir! I feel like that moment was the exclamation point of our four fun-drenched days in the Arizona desert.
Feners and Nootbaars with the amazingly talented David Wolfs Robe after his performance.
Now that we’re home, we’ve both enjoyed playing our flutes. Sitting on the porch, in the afternoon breeze playing my flute is so peaceful and meditative. I follow what Wolfs Robe said and just close my eyes and imagine scenes from nature. The dreamy melodies float with the warm breezes and carry on for great distances. I may be annoying the shit out of my neighbors, but I just don’t care.
Our last day in Sedona was flute-tastic!!
Another full day of bodacious awesomeness in Sedona has come to an close. Nevermind the hat here, check out Nick cruising alongside the majestic red rocks!
He didn’t do much trekking today though. His shins and stumps hurt. Despite that minor grievance, he was in very little pain today and carried on kicking ass like he did yesterday.
He parked the lounge chair in a shady spot while I went to see Indian ruins with Mike and Jenn. It was a quickie stop but we got a personal tour of the pictographs from a lovely old man who resembled the rabbit from Alice in Wonderland. He volunteers his time daily to educate tourists about the site in exchange for living in a trailer on the property. Interesting gig.
We didn’t explore too much of the ruins because we were all antsy to take the Jeep on the “Cliffhanger” trail and get to the swimming hole.
Nick was at the helm all day today. He drove us through some very technical trails and gave us a good thrill, all with hand controls.
Being able to romp through the desert again was the highlight of his day. He spent many years riding quads and playing in the desert, so driving the Jeep today was like a slice of his old life.
At one point we pulled right into the creek giving Nick a 360 degree experience of the forest. The green leaves overhead waved hello in the breeze, the flowing stream created an amphitheater of watery sounds, the refreshing breeze soothed our sun-beaten skin, and those damn ciceda’s serenaded us with their creepy Blair Witch Project songs.
We all agree that renting this jeep for 24 hours was the best part of the trip. We explored the land on our terms, at our speed. Mike and Jen even buddied up with the lady who rented to us, and she told them about this super awesome spot which wasn’t highlighted on the map. This swimming hole and creek was so far off the radar that we didn’t see any other people the whole time we were there. During peak season in Tourist Town USA, we got to experience this heavenly oasis all by ourselves. You can’t put a price tag on that!
I climbed into this tree twice. When I first climbed it, I yelled out that there were dead crabs up there. Nick and the Nootbaar’s thought I was on drugs.
Mike came up to investigate, and confirmed that there were dead water-critters unusually positioned high in a tree. Turns out they’re craw-daddy’s and thus began the Nootbaar’s quest to catch one!
My favorite picture of Crocka-baar Dundee!
This is a beautiful red rock spire at the Boynton Canyon vortex site. That’s Nootbaar up there, halfway to the top.
The energy there was strong but peaceful. I felt content, calm, and present. I did some journaling, breathing, and exploring while soaking in the heat of the sun and vibrations of the earth.
A local man gave Jenn and me heart-shaped rocks to take the energy of Sedona with us on our journeys. Then he climbed to the top of a large rock formation and played his flute.
The whimsical melody drifted through the valley and even Nick could hear it from the trail below. The airy tunes lingered on my skin and allowed only peace and understanding to seep in. I was happy, despite the pangs of sadness I had felt on the climb up because Nick was left behind.