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Razing Arizona, part III
| Sacred Sedona Just before leaving the land of the Apache, we did a drive-by at the now closed Apache Junction Landfill. It was a pile of who knows what, neatly manicured into a tall, flat-topped mountain closely resembling Devils Tower, Wyoming which I had only seen in the movie 'Close Encounters'. I took a photograph and called it 'Gross Encounters'. Finally, we stopped to eat at the Apache Junction Diner, where the special was not-so-good broasted chicken. "Any questions?", asked the waitress. "This is Apache Junction, right?" I asked. "Yes", she replied. "Then where are all the Apache's?" I asked further. She answered by singing 'Somewhere over the Rainbow'. The more I thought about it the less I liked it. I paid the bill, and told her the tip was also 'somewhere over the rainbow'. The Scenic Route As promised, I guided the RV due north, jamming up Highway 17 and taking scenic 89A as soon as I got the chance. The temperature dropped quickly and we soon left the last Saguaro behind us. With each passing mile, the scenery became more dramatic, until large rock formations stood atop giant hills like jeweled crowns. We entered Sedona at sunset, as gargantuan boulders clapped their hands to a timeless geological symphony- a place so mystical, we parked the RV in front of a sign that said: 'VISUALIZE your car being towed' Next: Razing Arizona, part IV Red Rock Jam |
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