Sedona is gorgeous. Should be a National Park. But way too busy for our liking. We had a great boondocking campsite outside of town for four days with a gorgeous view of some red cliffs, under a tree, watching the sunsets, just hanging out. Our second night there, just at dark a car pulled in and a young woman asked if she could camp near us because she was by herself and a guy in a truck had been driving back and forth past her camp and was creeping her out. Of course, not a problem. We had a great chat- she had been travelling around the world for the last year and a half and this was her last month before she started a job as an engineer. Great night for stories but a crappy, creepy man, reason. When we hooked up to leave on Sunday morning the truck had a low tire- spike in it. No problem- change it- carry on, get it fixed in town on Monday. Get to Sedona- busy four lane road, on a hill, we have a flat on the other side! Totally flat- wreck the rim if you drive on it flat! In the middle of traffic we chock the trailer and truck, jack it up, put on the semi-flat spiked tire. Of course nothing is open except tourist stuff. A guy at a jeep rental place tells us to go a couple miles back up the highway to the Big O tire. It opens first thing on Monday morning and people have stayed in the parking lot before. We carefully drive back to the Big O next to a school bus.
Gorgeous view of the rocks- lovely foreground of highway and gas stations and traffic roaring past. Joni Mitchell's "paved paradise and put up a parking lot." is running through my mind. It all ends well- we meet one of the employees who is checking what we're doing- it's cool to stay the night. We get two new tires for the back of the truck and head on our way north.
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