We drive through the drab brushlands outside Phoenix heading North on I-17. The "forests" of low, stunted trees and dirt give way gradually to taller trees and stony cliffs.
Then we reach Sedona, and there is actually a line in the cliffs that we can see as we drive by where the yellowish stone of the desert changes over to the red rocks of what looks like Mars.
Bell Rock swings into view, deep red and majestic against a blue sky, and Katie turns to me, saying, "Too bad about the view."
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