Searching in Prescott Arizona


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Written by: The Bashful Country Boy

Many years ago , while visiting Sedona Arizona, I had to opportunity to drive to  Prescott, a city just a few miles from the magical Verde Valley.

At the time I was experiencing a transformation of my spiritual beliefs and approaching a turning point in my life. I had begun to question many of my previous spiritual and religious beliefs, and I was also contemplating where to spend the rest of my life. I was approaching a time when I hoped to retire and was looking forward to spending more time in a warmer climate.

Arizona, and preferably the Sedona area was at the top of my list. Contemplating all the options , Prescott entered my mind as a good place to move to.  I decided to check it out and so I drove over there to see what it was all about.  Entering the city , I began to realize that although it was beautiful, it probably wouldn’t be for me.

I continued driving through the city with no particular destination in mind. Soon I had once again left the metropolitan area and was back in the country, the thought occurred to me to just keep driving , searching for less traveled roads as I went on my way, knowing that sooner or later I would run out of road. It would be interesting to see where I would wind up.

Driving past a landmark I was to later found out was called “The Thumb” a large mountainous rock stiching up in the middle of nowhere, the surrounding area became even more desolate.

Entering the forests surrounding Prescott, the road kept getting smaller and smaller until I felt I was probably in someone’s driveway. I was!

Soon a beautiful log cabin was in sight, I had gone too far, there was no turning back, it was time to see what this was all about. I needed to find out who lived here and what the message was for me. These people are going to think I  am totally crazy, I had no explanation for what I was doing. I’ll probably get arrested, or worse. This is the west, they take care of themselves out here, they don’t wait on the law.

As I parked the car and began the walk to their front door , I noticed it was awfully quiet. Knocking on the door, I didn’t know what to expect, knocking again I realized that no one was home. What a relief, and disappointment.

Looking up at the Thumb, the message came through loud and clear, “There is nothing here for you,go back to Sedona”.

As I drove back to Sedona, I mentally scratched Prescott of my list. It’s a beautiful area, but not for me.

The author has been a writer/ photographer for over 20 years, specializing in nature,landscapes and studying native cultures.Besides visiting most of the United States, he has traveled to such places as Egypt,the Canary Islands,much of the Caribbean. He has studied  the Mayan Cultures in Central America, and the Australian Aboriginal way of life.Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in many different parts of the world!

He has published several books about the various cultures he has observed.

For more information and a link to his hard cover and Ebooks,and contact information: please check his website.www.commonsensejourneys.com

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