Sedona was indeed a magical little oasis. The natural landscape formations were amazing. The only reason I was not more impressed is because it was very similar to MOAB.  I love moab and Sedona. Just think, from Phoenix a person can be at a Mexican beach in 4 hours, Sedona in 1.5 hours, Flagstaff in 2 hours and the Grand Canyon in about 5 hours. The worst part was that Phoenix needs teachers. It's tempting to think that one can teach in Phoenix during the school months and then vacation in PA during the summer months. Hmmmmmmmmm.
 

As soon as Karl and I arrived in town, we came upon a group of mountainbikers at a local bikeshop (Bike and Bean coffee/bike shop) and joined them for a ride. It was fantastic and ironic because the one guy to the far left (in red) was from West Chester and we talked about riding Blue Marsh, in Reading (- at least it wasn't as bad as driving to Boulder to do marketing homework, hey Pete, I got a 91 on my mid-term, woo hoo!).

Above: The church built into the hill was kind of surreal.

Above: Karl and I take in the view.
 

Me and more snow in the desert! (look hard, I'm tough to find, but just as chubby, for those of you who haven't noticed either way)

Below: A red neck and his pick-em-up-truck!:) (The truck looks dirty, but it snowed and rained so much on the way home that it was clean again)

Above: This rock is called the Snoopy rock for obvious reasons. Now all we need is Woodstock!

Above: A red neck and his dog. This guy is a step ahead of me. Maybe next year.