I've been missing my porridge these last few weeks and to complete delight it was on the breakfast menu in Flagstaff. Wait for it....wait for it...along with brown sugar, bananas and raisins. Bet that's sent a few of you rushing to the kitchen for the oatmeal....mmmmm..mm delicious.
Driving to Sedona you come across Oak Creek Canyon where a dozen switchbacks (big twisty steep downhill turns in the road) arrive at the base of the gorge where everyone is free to prise their nails from the steering wheel and watch knuckles return from a pure white colour to that of flesh.
Getting close to Sedona I pitched up next to a hearty Hispanic family who kindly made way for my van at a very busy Pine Flats campsite. Busy is the key word here as tomorrows blog will highlight.
On the way in wonderful red mountains are revealed where many a John Wayne "Get of your horse and drink your milk" movie took place. A quick trip to the supermarket for provisions involved eating a bag of cheetos (you know the red food dye puffed wheat must haves) as the sun shonedown on the carpark. The trolley man passed by with a knowing smile and hello that really said "Your going to be sick eating all those".
Feeling suitably queasy I bedded down for the night and listened to the happy go lucky tones of my spanish speaking neighbours as one by one they retired for the evening. I lay there wrapped in two sleeping bags having bought a further bag earlier in the day from Flagstaffs friendly Wallmart. Confident that the two bags would fend off the three degrees above freezing forecasted for tonight .......my thoughts drifted to biking those red hills of Sedona tomorrow and gracing the same slopes as many a Western frontierer.
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