It's Just Another Coati Mundi

Manic Monday: Stuck in a Negative Vortex somewhere near Sedona, Arizona.

Goldie goes to a different Ford Doctor this morning, about 20 miles down the road in Cottonwood. It was a small town back in '73,  a place my dearly departed mom and dad decided to call home. These days, Cottonwood is a mess...a sprawling retirement traffic jam of Senior Citizens and the worker bees who serve them. Thus, I have been coming and going from the Verde Valley (named for the Verde River that flows through it—green as grass) since my parents moved here. 

Mingus Mountain's foothills are now pregnant with single family homes...creeping ever higher with each passing year. View Castles now proliferate what used to undulate with unspoiled virginity. That's called "progress" nowadays; so what else is new. Too many boomers loving places to death. Maybe I'm one of the "fornicators" too, only Lovely Ouray is my "Cottonwood."

I was assured on by Holmes-Tuttle Ford in Tucson that they would work to make this right...that is, if the problem turns out to be straight forwardly their fault/mistake. If so, they will accept responsibility for the repairs made in Cottonwood. That sounded reassuring on the phone last Good Friday, but today is April Fool's Day, so we'll see if they put their money where their mouth is. It's a tough job being a cynical "glass half full" person, but it's the one thing I excel at. We can't all be Mary Poppins. 

Meanwhile, we will likely end up spending yet another night in a Bedbug and Breakfast. This "one day job" will undoubtedly find a way to stretch into two. Bobbie insists that Ford should be responsible for that expense. Me? I'll be happy if Goldie just stops bleeding and we can move on to Moab's red dirt.

It seems the older I get the better I am at chocking undesirable events and outcomes, at least the ones I have little or no control over, right back into the almighty face of the Universe (spit!).

Now, back to more pleasant times, biking and hiking in Chiricahua... starting with a bike ride on the backroad to Portal and Paradise...

     

Camp Marauder Coatimundi

It's not just about how rocks "stand" in Chiricahua... it's about how they fall. Off the trail in a few places we found hundred ton boulders that had toppled into holes... suspended in animation like Easter Eggs in a cradle. It was an erie feeling to stand beneath "eggs" so loaded with potential energy. Me thinks Sedona is not the only place one can feel the "energy" of Vortices. 
Or, maybe it was just fear...for going around spiting in the face of the Universe... 

Take careful note of what we found...

Those who are "right with the Lord" have no fear of falling down rocks...