“Sedona, Sedona,” Zach, my precious 20-year-old nephew, and Arizona State University freshman, queried with youthful skepticism, “What’s so special about Sedona anyhow? I keep hearing about the place.” He had recently moved to Phoenix, Arizona, for college.“Honey,” was my candid reply, “It’s impossible to describe Sedona to you. You must see it and experience it yourself. I’ll take you.”Over four decades of living two hours away in Phoenix, I have made countless trips to Sedona. My multiple jaunts as a tour guide for first-timers were sheer delight. I also experienced unparalleled joy for several months as a resident of the small burg of 10,000 people.If unexpected circumstances dictated my return to the States, it would be my first residential choice. If my last breath were to be drawn in the US, my ashen remains would be scattered amidst its scenic topography.
