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Thursday, October 31, 2013

An Epiphany of Sorts

Becca sees activity way up on the foothills trail
I'm not sure what it is about this particular arroyo on the far west side of Tortugas Mountain, but every time we enter it I experience an expansive "oceanic" feeling, a sense that in the long run everything will turn out okay. Perhaps it's the abundance of flora within the small ecosystem, or the expansive view of Tortoise Mountain.  Maybe there are some benevolent spirits residing in the area.  By the way, I have the distinct impression that Becca has the same expansive feeling every time we take a desert hike.
Using my camera's telephoto feature to see what she sees:  two hikers

The red circle indicates how far away from us they are

Entering an east/west arroyo far away from Tortugas Mountain

Stingleaf flowers still blooming

Some of the flora within the arroyo

Desert Marigolds blossoming in the Chihuahuan Desert

Having a sit-down

5 comments:

Scott said...

Wonderful image all around of the desert marigolds!

Perhaps the arroyo of which you speak is a vortex--oh, wait, those are in Sedona...

Dr. K said...

I also really like the photo of the marigolds--what striking colors.

packrat said...

Scott and Dr. K: Thank you. I don't know about the vortexes in Sedona, Scott, but I wouldn't mind living there if I could afford it.

:)

Scott said...

Packrat: New Agey-types believe that there are locations in Sedona where psychic/cosmic/who-knows-what-else energy is focused in swirling, geographically limited spaces that can bring enlightenment if you position yourself appropriately. When we stayed in Sedona a few years ago, our bed-and-breakfast was located near the Airport Vortex (what a name, huh?) and we even hiked through it. I didn't feel anything, but maybe I'm probably not properly attuned.

packrat said...

The Airport Vortex, eh? Were you propelled into that choice?

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