We climbed out of bed on Monday morning and headed for Sedona for brunch at the Coffee Pot Restaurant, the place of 101 omelets. If you ever come to Sedona I highly recommend this place. After some delicious omelets, we drove to the visitor center for some information on local off road trails. These were a very helpful, informative, and nice group of people. Schnebly Hill road was the trail we decided on so after looking at the map, we headed that way. Because the road went up to higher elevations the upper portion of the road would be closed due to heavy snow. Go figure.
The road starts out fairly smooth with some nice views. As we eased along we came across an overhang in the middle of a dried creek bed. This looked like an excellent place to play the small buffalo drum. I keep hoping to find the spot that Beverly, the Awakening Drum, is needed but not as of yet. I know she will show me before long. However, I did have a very interesting experience with the small Drum. I should explain for those of you
who don't know me. When I play I never know what it sounds like. After about two minutes or less I hear nothing and everything just goes blank in a good way. When I am done I have no idea how long I have been playing and it takes a bit for me to figure out where I am. I do have the greatest feeling of renewal of inner energy. This time however, I could not get the sound of the Drum out of my head, nor could I get any type of rhythm happening to move me into the next plane. The very odd thing was, with my eyes closed I could see
myself sitting directly across from myself. I wasn’t seeing a mirror image. My other self was sitting on the rocks directly across from me. Even though I was sitting under the overhang, my other self was sitting out in the open. The whole time I was playing I felt as if I had never played a Drum before in my life. I could see the other me playing except I could never hear what the playing sounded like. I left this Drum time very empty and confused. We climbed back into the jeep and slowly crawled up the side of the mountain. The wonders of what God had created here was fabulous so I didn't think any more about my drumming session.
The trail continued to climb with many portions of it being muddy, wet, snow covered, and slick. We eventually reached the closed gate and could not go any further. Judy had not worn her hiking boots and did not want to get out because of all the snow and mud. I took a short walk for some photos and came back to the jeep for the ride down. We have seen a lot of snow, fog, and cloud cover in the days since we have left Knoxville on this trip. We were fortunate enough for the sun to peek out at us from time to time on our downhill run. The views are always incredible in Sedona and the views from Schnebly Hill Road are more than breath taking.
I am still pondering my drumming time. But the wonderful time I had with my wife out in the beautiful natural habitat above Sedona was priceless.
The road starts out fairly smooth with some nice views. As we eased along we came across an overhang in the middle of a dried creek bed. This looked like an excellent place to play the small buffalo drum. I keep hoping to find the spot that Beverly, the Awakening Drum, is needed but not as of yet. I know she will show me before long. However, I did have a very interesting experience with the small Drum. I should explain for those of you
who don't know me. When I play I never know what it sounds like. After about two minutes or less I hear nothing and everything just goes blank in a good way. When I am done I have no idea how long I have been playing and it takes a bit for me to figure out where I am. I do have the greatest feeling of renewal of inner energy. This time however, I could not get the sound of the Drum out of my head, nor could I get any type of rhythm happening to move me into the next plane. The very odd thing was, with my eyes closed I could see
myself sitting directly across from myself. I wasn’t seeing a mirror image. My other self was sitting on the rocks directly across from me. Even though I was sitting under the overhang, my other self was sitting out in the open. The whole time I was playing I felt as if I had never played a Drum before in my life. I could see the other me playing except I could never hear what the playing sounded like. I left this Drum time very empty and confused. We climbed back into the jeep and slowly crawled up the side of the mountain. The wonders of what God had created here was fabulous so I didn't think any more about my drumming session.
The trail continued to climb with many portions of it being muddy, wet, snow covered, and slick. We eventually reached the closed gate and could not go any further. Judy had not worn her hiking boots and did not want to get out because of all the snow and mud. I took a short walk for some photos and came back to the jeep for the ride down. We have seen a lot of snow, fog, and cloud cover in the days since we have left Knoxville on this trip. We were fortunate enough for the sun to peek out at us from time to time on our downhill run. The views are always incredible in Sedona and the views from Schnebly Hill Road are more than breath taking.
I am still pondering my drumming time. But the wonderful time I had with my wife out in the beautiful natural habitat above Sedona was priceless.
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