Vortex or Roundabout

A map of Sedona lay out on the marble counter, with expected symbols littering its surface. Trails ventured off of roads, rock formation drawings illustrated scale, and a little v appeared multiple times. V was not for vendetta, however the answer from the key did not provide a more logical answer.

Vortexes exist in Sedona, something noted with an open mind and shot of tequila. Claims characterize these areas as spiritually uplifting, resulting from the energy emitted by Earth. Though not particularly planned into the itinerary, one of these sites exists at Cathedral Rock, a popular rock formation in Sedona. And so we went to hike up for the view and see what waited at this site.

Cathedral Rock towers over the southern part of Sedona; brush and shrubs fill the landscape climbing up red rock and crawling across stretches of terrain. The hike did not pose any real difficulty as we stepped up carved footholds and followed piles of rocks marking the cleared path. Expectations did not bubble inside as we approached the vortex, but a general curiosity loomed. Finally! The top…

Maybe like my map, a marker would indicate the presence of the vortex. However, the only writing available contained names of people who conquer the trail. Let’s see – Stephanie, MK+KL, Kayla (heart) David, CK+CJ, Richie- lots of love and equations but no sign of a vortex. Everything seemed expected, except the remarkable view, absolute silence, and hum of the wind. Vortex or not, Cathedral rock as an experience surpassed the promise of unknown vibrations.

If not there, vortexes must be somewhere else! Man figured out how to manufacture everything from surfing to snow; vortexes should be a breeze. While driving out of Sedona up the 89, cars entered a man made vortex and began driving around in a circle. Peculiar- some pulled out to go on their way, while others entered from all directions, only warned by the sign with three arrows in a circle. Luckily, we went through untouched and chugged along to the next vortex before spinning our wheels to bust out of town. Though a common occurrence on the East Coast, truthfully I never liked roundabouts.