THURSDAY: TRAVEL LOG
Travel log: West Fork of Oak Creek, Coconino National Forest, Sedona, November 2004
Over the 2004 Thanksgiving holiday, Alex and I ventured out West, changing our usual green scenery of lush Florida swamp to the red rocks of Sedona, AZ. Mountains are a welcome novelty for us and we relish any chance to explore them.
On our way from the Flagstaff airport to Sedona driving down Highway US 89A, we saw a sign for West Fork and pulled into the parking lot. We discovered one of the most gorgeous areas we’ve ever seen.
Sheer and smooth red sandstone cliffs darted into the bright blue sky, while a gentle, cool, pebble-laden stream littered with fallen massive trees trickled beneath them. Along the wooded three-mile trail laid the ruins of a 20th-century dwelling. Fireplaces, stone floors and crumbling walls spookily sprouted up from the wooded Earth. Despite the eeriness of the ruins, the stunning landscape took my breath away.