"I'm waitin for the time when I can get to Arizona...
Population none in the desert and sun
Wit' a gun cracker
Runnin' things under his thumb
Starin' hard at the postcards
Isn't it odd and unique?
Seein' people smile wild in the heat..."

("By the Time I Get To Arizona", Public Enemy)

Sedona is one of the main attractions in the area. It's famous for its unspoiled natural beauty, its red earth mesas, and its crystal-gazing hippies. As we near the town's outskirts, we admire the rugged scenery which rises in windswept splendour from the virgin earth like God's own...hey! a Krispy Kreme!

*sound of tires screeching*

As I gaze at a rack of pamphlets advertising things like "Energy Vortex Tours" and "The Magic of the Earth", the guy at the Sedona tourist office tells Chris to visit a particular conservation area and check out a place called Buddha's Beach. He can't tell us exactly where it is, but we'll know when we find it, cause, like, man, it's just freaky, dig, like you just know because something really special happens when you pass into its sacred space. We back away slowly. In the car, we agree that our tourist guide has likely done more hallucinogens than Timothy Leary, and that the "special surprise" waiting for us is probably some dirtball with a switchblade.