Adam, Gromit and I spent four days in this landscape. The red rocks were healing, it felt like we came to Sedona to dry out in a sense. We would hike or bike for miles and never see a soul, until a bad ass lifted jeep with locking differentials driven by a bald sunburnt 60-something year old would come blasting over the rock out of nowhere.
In Sedona, something beautiful is ALWAYS on the horizon.