L’Auberge de Sedona Resort
Missing:
Did you miss me as much as I missed you?
I’ve returned from roadtripping across Los Angeles, Sedona, the Grand Canyon, and Vegas. And back. Finally.
I fell in love with the desert palette’s seamlessness: how the sand smudges into the dusty pink sky, which melts into the purple-blue of the creeping night, which dissolves into the smoke-black mountains to the east, with silhouettes that echo the outlines of burning clouds in the west…
The Grand Canyon was unbelievable, but Sedona’s beauty is better: it has a scale you can grasp, with buildings formed for pleasure, instead of bowing to a giant slash in the earth.
We stayed at L’Auberge de Sedona Resort, which I picked for its dining room on the creek. It’s those unnaturally white tablecloths against the muddy creek that sold me. Nature is best as a contrast to the urbane…
