Sunday, my last day in Arizona, I took a Vortex Tour around Sedona.
It is not the Pink Jeep tour (supposedly THE tour.) It might seem a
tad disheveled at times, and like the tour guide is taking the pulse
of the planet to determine where to go next. I was the only person to
show up for the 7:30 a.m. tour, and we visited: Airport Vortex, Cathedral
Rock Vortex and the vortex at the running stream, whose name escapes
me right now.
I am pretty sure this is one view from up by the airport.
The two of us did a little ceremony there, embarassing me a bit in front
of the early morning tourists. She shook a leather rattle, and chanted
and sang, and then we held hands and exchanged prayers.