9.20 Odds, ends and fun in Sedona; we reach two years on the trail

A sunset in Sedona


Ode to a Vortex

Sunset, oh sunsets so great are you shining on the rocks,
Give me a minute we shout, we need to sell some stocks.

Where are we heading dear editor, we pleaded with a thrill,
To an old favorite close by, you know, the great Cathedral.

But we prayed this morning, we mentioned with a smile,
Our little joke missed as usual, the editor by a mile.

We climbed and approached the peak a different way,
Like two children, we sauntered, skipped and did play.

Recapturing moments from childhood so long ago,
Especially distant for our lovely, Jenno.

It created elation and joy that reflected off our faces,
Not dissimilar from a setting sun on boulders and other places.

As we ascended, we slid a little but climbed even more,
Until we crested and were most surprised, at what we saw.

There he stood in all his glory, or so he probably thought,
Shirtless, tattooed and crooning towards the ball of fire, he sought.

While summoning with vigor, he twisted his body and beckoned with long arms,
Of course, it must be the waves of the vortex we guessed, not the psalms.

But what do we know, we just put on the Tallit and Tefillin instead,
As we appeal to the Master directly, not to his orbs or agents, we said.

However, we do not judge; after all, it's up to each person,
To approach their Maker just as a child, both daughter and son.

Man, can you feel that vortex (top of Cathedral Rock)

Woman, can you feel that vortex. After watching the fellow above, Jenni feels the waves. We're thankful that her tattoos are well hidden.

Why is he rushing his swing—the answer may be in the next picture

This golf course does not discriminate—snakes and Lazarow's, if not welcome, are allowed.

We love this house; we passed it on today's hike. We stopped in and made an offer to the owner which was accepted.................We will wash the windows every second Wednesday for an agreed amount.

In training for the London Olympics—haven't decided what activity this is...yet

or perhaps,

The tight rope...er...log. Is a tight log one that has been drinking?

How do you like that? One of us is training hard for the Olympics; the other sits on the mountain peak eating and drinking. Go figure!

The setting is the final hole of the Oak Creek Senior Women's Invitation. We now switch to the booth where Gary Player and Arnold Palmer are sitting. Gentlemen:

Arnold: Isn't the setting beautiful with Courthouse Butte as a backdrop, Gary?
Gary : Stunning, Arnie. I love it.
Arnold: What's Jenni's chances of sinking this putt?
Gary : It is a truly wonderful setting, Arnie.
Arnold: Seriously, Gary, what do you think she's going to do with that putt?
Gary : The way she has it lined, she'll either have to duck-hook it or it might strike the mountain. Of course, the latter depends on her strength.
Arnold: What do they say about this woman, Gary?
Gary : Gill Midgen, the well known scrabble player, says that she is half mountain goat and maybe, half insane.
Arnold: Very funny, Gary. Talking of scrabble, I love the game. Is Gill the champ?
Gary : Could be but rumor has it that Linda Bernstein is the one to beat.
Arnold: I'd like to play against this Linda. Can you arrange it?
Gary : Sorry, Arnie. You don't just organize a game against Linda, you have to be invited.
Arnold: Hang on, I see Jenni struck the ball! Wow! What do you think of that, Gary?
Gary : Yes, it is indeed a beautiful butt..., er...butte..., er...putt.