I worked all day Saturday, flew into Sedona at 8 am on Sunday morning, rented a car, grabbed an In and Out “cheeseburger” (without the burger) on the way out of the city and arrived with bags in hand, pajamas still on to Sedona, Arizona by noon.
Our first stop was Bell Rock. A classic destination at it greets you as you drive into Sedona from Highway 79. We changed our clothes in the bathroom at the trailhead, we were pleasantly surprised when we didn’t have to pay a parking fee (since it was Fourth of July weekend) and started making our way up the infamous rock. We started around the loop instead of going to the top of the rock because I decided that Tevas would be my shoe of choice that day and we only had half a water bottle (not smart, not smart at all, don’t do that). Bring LOTS of water.
After a hot 100-degree mini-hike around Bell Rock, our bellies were growling and our energy levels were slowly fading so we decided that tacos and margaritas were most definitely needed. Since it was a Sunday, the top two places we had in mind were closed so we went to Javelina Mexican Restaurant.
The margaritas were strong, the chips and salsa were constantly being refilled, the fish tacos were large and delicious and the service was brilliant. You can’t really ask for much else.
After lunch (or “linner”) we spent the rest of the day and the next day with family in the sweet, always charming town of Cornville, Arizona celebrating my late Great Grandmother Margaret.
In my true family fashion, we were determined to do as much as possible so (of course) and we decided to start our third (and last) day with a sunrise hike to Devil’s Bridge, an Instagram famous sensation.
While getting up at 4 am was far from fun, it was beyond worth it to have the “bridge” all to ourselves and avoid the heat (did I mention it was hot there? It was really hot).
We reached the bridge around 6:30 am and had at least 45 minutes up there to ourselves before packs of crowds made their way to join us. I definitely recommend going earlier than you think because everyone wants to stay out of the Arizona summer heat and (let’s be honest) pictures don’t look as good when there are other people you don’t know photo-bombing you.
Devil’s Bridge itself was magnificent, the trail itself is a little daunting as you can’t really tell where it is leading you and the bridge looks quite small from far away but once you make it on top of the bridge, the views of the red rocks are beyond beautiful. Especially being from the Pacific Northwest, we sat in awe the whole time.
After we returned to Cornville to pack up and say our goodbyes, we made an out of the way pit stop to Jerome, a small town on a hill outside of Cottonwood. A ghost town turned tourist destination as some might call it.
But first (before shopping) we needed coffee, since our energy levels were slowly dwindling thanks to the heat and the marathon weekend of activities. We stopped at The Flatiron and quickly chugged two cappuccinos before walking around to various thrift stores.
Between trying on our fifth or maybe the sixth pair of cowboy boots we realized that we might need to something in our stomachs besides coffee. On our walk to lunch, we stumbled upon some locals jamming out on the steps in the center of town which was probably the highlight of Jerome because if you can be dancing, singing, playing the cello AND have a smile on your face in 104-degree weather then you win at life. You just win.
After pretending to have some sense of rhythm and failing but attempting to hang out with the local musicians we made our way over to Grapes, an Italian restaurant and wine bar on the edge of town. And boy did I feel like I was back in Rome, Italy. The wine was paired perfectly with each meal and the pizza was brilliant. Thin crusted with lots of fresh vegetables.
It was a perfect Sedona send off before we headed back to Phoenix to head home.
And that’s all for now.
Until next time,