The departure from California took longer and entailed much more variety than I had anticipated. Starbucks in tow, we hit the palm tree lined roads of Fresno expecting mostly flat desert stretches on our way to Sedona.
We were pleasantly surprised with mountains, snow and plenty gas stations fully functioning on New Year’s Day.
We entered Flagstaff after dark and were met with snow showers, thick traffic and a rapid decent into Sedona. As I drove, my sister tells me I’m doing great. I didn’t fully appreciate the confidence she had in my driving until she decided to watch videos about potential couches she can purchase while I navigated those driving conditions. Did I mention I’m from Georgia…? I don’t drive in snow. Actually, I don’t even like to drive in the dark. But I do like to drink wine. Especially after long, stressful drives through unfamiliar mountain territory in the dark. She had wine. We all went to bed happy.
As we drove north on the highway towards I-40, the landscape changed from valley to forests lined with rushing creeks and waterfalls until we climbed to the higher elevation, blanketed in snow.