There is a spiritual vibration in the mountains surrounding Sedona even before you set foot in the city. From the hillside walls of the Chapel of the Holy Cross to the misnomered Montezuma Castle, the miles of green scrub brush and sprawling landscape have seen many a hoof and foot over the years.
I was too hungry to notice when Joe Johnston walked through the door of Joe’s Farm Grill. It was later in the morning than I usually ate breakfast, and I was starving, wishing for everything on the menu.
There is something magical to the end of a year. It’s as if we’re given the opportunity for a do-over, to do away with another twelve months that may or may not have served its purpose.