Sedona is the place for vortexes (sic). They’re New Age mystical spots in the landscape that are apparently good for healing, so since I desperately needed some healing and I have a passion for self-organising structures like vortices I went to one and gave it a really good try. Sadly I felt no better this morning, but perhaps these things take time. I do have a very strong sense of place and I’m all for a bit of meditation, but some guy insisted on drumming at me, which I felt detracted from the serenity of it all. And the only vortex I saw was a dust devil (fascinating though they are). Maybe I wasn’t entering into the spirit of it enough. Or my pain is too great. Or just conceivably it’s all complete hokum.
Irritatingly I was also going to visit a myofascial release therapist who happens to practise nearby (no New Age wishful thinking here – it’s perfectly real biology). It might have helped with my headaches. But I was already half way to Flagstaff before I remembered. Oh well, next time.
Today I’m back in happy Flagstaff, to regroup. I’ve treated myself to the comparative luxury of a Super8 motel so that I have access to an ironing board and a jaccuzi. Camping is great, but it doesn’t take long before I look like Robinson Crusoe, especially when the only facility is a hole in the ground. Plus sun oil and red dust really don’t go well together, so I plan on taking at least six showers before morning. In my sneakers.
So, I’ve nothing exciting to report today. I’ve just spent my time watching children in the park and thinking about life (like an old grandad). I also watched a bunch of people playing Disk Golf, which is something I’d never heard of. It’s golf with a frisbee (and a bigger hole, obviously). They play it in Thorpe Park among the pine trees and it looks like fun. But you can’t play it on your own and since everyone was 22 and muscular I didn’t try to join in.
Tomorrow is the Grand Canyon. Carlos has suggested I go to the Havasu Falls and they look absolutely fantastic (waterfalls and pools of blue-green water from a hot spring) so I’ll try. But I gather a big flood in 2008 has destroyed some of it and it’s a 10-mile hike each way with a 3,000ft vertical range, so I’d have to backpack and camp in the Indian village (or pay for a helicopter ride). Sadly I’m not equipped for serious hiking, so I may not be able to do it this trip. I’ll look into it this evening and see what my options are.
P.S. at 9pm: I just checked and the village has been closed because of floods and was due to open tomorrow, but as I was reading this the tribe updated the website to say it is remaining closed to the outside world until June, to prevent a Swine Flu outbreak. So no Havasu Falls on this trip.
Today’s sensations: Singing the lyric of a mid-life crisis, courtesy of Pink Floyd, who really shouldn’t be allowed to write lyrics without attaching a health warning:
And then one day you find
ten years have got behind you
no-one told you when to run
you missed the starting gun
Hanging on in quiet desperation
is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over
thought I’d something more to say