Monday, after waking up in a rest area west of Tonopah, I drove to Waking to the monotonous staccato of rain on my rooftop, I realize, I’ve been here before. The rain has been with me since I left Port Townsend. People who see my Washington plates are beginning to accuse me of bringing it with me! The red rocks of Sedona are amazing, and the rain makes it all the more enchanting! I am to be taken on the Grand Tour of Sedona, to meet and talk with artists and curious people today! Pictures at 11!
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Thrown out of spaceship by mutinous crew for reading Vogan Poetry, now living in inner space. Seeking Higher relationship with Universe. Stuck on Earth for now, but will hitch ride to any higher dimension, planet or time. Have fluffy towel and Thumb Ring, will ride in cargo bay. View all posts by The Wandering Raconteur