HIGH SONORAN DESERT
II Sedona,
Arizona
I like Sedona best from a distance, when the red rocks
glow in the afternoon sun, when shadows turn lavender blue, and when all the
hotels and condos are hidden properly from view. This is when I am free to
imagine what it must have been like a thousand years ago. I hiked several of
these mesas, scrambling along animal trails and through manzanita groves,
always wary of hostile cactus and slumbering snakes. Sometimes coming across
old ruins, the remains of stone dwellings occupied some 900 years ago where little
shards of pottery can still be found, along with ancient symbols called
"petroglyphs, left on stone faces by long ago artists. And on occasion, the
impressions of fingertips in the mortar, left behind by the women who built
these stone houses. Centuries later, my fingertips fit perfectly.
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