Sunday, June 05, 2011

Elvis is Dead and I'm Glad But Now I Wish Coldplay Would Die Too

The rental we stayed at is hidden in the trees in the center of the picture as viewed from a weathered outcropping of red Schnebly Hill Sandstone. This layer is eight to nine hundred feet thick in places. The little village of Oak Creek seen here occupies the low plain that opens out from the southern end of the canyon. As you head north through the village of Sedona itself and up along Oak Creek the canyon narrows appreciably and the variously-colored spires and cliffs close in on the road.

Bell Rock viewed from the kitchen. We could let the dogz run around loose beyond the low wall. Doing this fired up the wild hound-passions in their hearts.

This is how the mountains begin to fall; a crack initially appears and then the elements further their unrelenting work. In a bit of time these mountains will become as flat as the plain that spreads out in the first picture posted above. Behind and above in the right-upper corner of my phone-photo there's a horizontal strip of Fort Apache Limestone. This isn't always seen. There's more Schebly Hill red Sandstone and lighter Coconino Sandstone above that. This far south in the Oak Creek Canyon much of the uppermost layers of Toroweap Sandstone and Kaibab Limestone have been worn away.

The Little Brown One heads out to chase bunnies, harrass quail, and pee in odd places.

A resilient Century Plant in bloom.

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