After my roses, Bill offered to fly me out to Phoenix for the weekend. He was stuck there for work and after all, it WAS our anniversary. So I went! I landed in Phoenix on Thursday night in the middle of a dust storm. It was the roughest flight ever. We went and ate dinner, then to the nearest hotel. We were tired. This was the view from the hotel window the next morning. Hey! This looks like Arizona!

This hotel had locked doors. Bill had to be buzzed in the night before. And also buzzed out! Strange.

We had decided to go up to Sedona. Apparently there were sights to see. So we headed north. This sign says Carefree Highway


The mountains we tall, but oddly flat - as though someone had come along with a giant chainsaw and buzzed off the tops of these mountains.