Salt On The Road
A Travel Photo - Journal Of Tryna and Al Morton

Summer 2012 - Verde Valley, Arizona



2012-06-13: Tonopah

We spent our first night in Tonopah, Arizona. It was HOT- HOT- HOT but we had a beautiful sunset.

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2012-06-13: Saguaro

It's always a thrill to see the "forests" of saguaro cactus on the way to the Verde Valley.

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2012-06-14: Jerome

Jerome sits on the steep slope of Cleopatra Hill on the side of Mingus Mountain over rich ore deposits. In the 1920's, the population was almost 15,000, in the 1950's it was virtually a ghost town and today has a population of about 500. It is now a thriving tourist town as well as a national historic landmark.

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2012-06-15: Schnebly Hill Road

We took Schnebly Hill Road, a dirt road that winds through red rock formations and finally ends up in Sedona.

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2012-06-15: Cow Patty Rock

The locals have named the formation in the foreground Cow Patty Rock.

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2012-06-15: Red Rock Formations

Around every bend in the road we were treated to one incredible red rock formation...

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2012-06-15: Kissing Rock

...after another. I called this one kissing rock.

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2012-06-15: Century Plant

We were lucky to see the century plants in bloom. As the flowers begin to bloom, they are red and they then turn yellow. We were told they do not flower every year.

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2012-06-15: Chapel of Holy Cross

It took decades of searching before Marguerite Staude found the perfect location to build this inspiring modern Catholic Church.

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2012-06-15: Spectacular

This bold and daring designed chapel was completed in 1956.

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2012-06-16: Montezuma Castle

About 50 Sinagua people made the dark and smoky rooms of Montezuma Castle their home. They spent most of their time on the rooftops or cultivating the fields by the river.

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2012-06-17: Old Friends

We spent the afternoon with Tryna's college sorority sister Andy and her hubby Marvin Redeye, an Onondaga Indian. We could sit and listen to his stories for hours.

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