THE BEAUTY OF THE HIGH DESERT
In the fall, Sedona hits you. It gets inside you as any good place can, and it stays there forever, whispering for you to return. Deserts can do that; they have a kind of magic that arrives on a soft breeze in the night, daring you to look up at the stars and dream. This is the home of the people who roamed the wild hills before Europeans even set foot here: the Anasazi, a name coined by the Navajos that means “the ancient ones.”
High deserts are different than what you might imagine. The first time I came to Sedona, it was autumn. The
