Red Rocks

The cloud of altitude sickness finally lifted, and I was back on my bike on the route for the first time in almost a week.  We are still at about 4000 feet, but two nights of sleeping below 5000 feet seems to have cured me.  And what a ride today.  We rode 24 miles into Sedona, through some of the most spectacular scenery I’ve ever ridden.  The ride was short, giving us plenty of time to ooh and ah and take pictures.

We started on a very rideable dirt road; traffic was not a problem.

Once on the highway, billed as the scenic route into Sedona, we were glad to see this sign, and even happier when we came to a dedicated bike lane.

No words for these pictures.

A 9/11 monument at a fire station.

Susan was pleased to spot the first synagogue we have seen on the whole trip.  Windows behind the altar looked out on this rock formation.