I always, ALWAYS forget how lucky I am to live next door to Sedona.
I recently went for a hike through the stunning red rocks with a college friend who was visiting for a week, and we checked one of the more popular trails off my bucket list.
While we were weaving through prickly pear and agave, and clamoring over chunks of red rock and through ankle-deep snow drifts, my friend and I overheard myriad languages and accents from other hikers.
Sometimes, I forget Sedona is a world-class hiking destination because I’m so lucky to have it in my backyard.