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Summed up, my Christmas had a distinct Christmas story-like feel to it. I slept in a cave Christmas eve where the carols sounded eerily awesome sung under the stars; I was visited in the morning by a traveler with incense and a drum; My Nissan donkey broke down on the way home and while waiting for friends' help, I hiked out and happened upon a cool old barn; Oh and I pooped under a bridge. I forget what Bible book that last part's in but I'm sure it probably happened.
The family wasn't meeting up until late on Christmas day, so after Candlelight service on Saturday, I drove up north to camp. I got to the Roost around 10:00pm and discovered I had forgotten my headlamp. I had my little battery lantern though so I hiked around the hill anyway.
It really wasn't too cold up there. I set up camp and then amused myself with the camera until bedtime.
I woke in the morning, shot at the sun, and then picked a spot to sit and just watch and be.
So you should know that if you're in Sedona and a guy shows up with a small hay bale sized bundle of incense and a drum and says, "I hate to disturb your peace, this won't take long," he's going to play that drum in a smoke fog for no less than three hours. The drummer boy Christmas story and wisemen gift relation seemed sweet and fitting for the first twenty minutes, and then for the time I stayed after, all I could think about was everyone in the manger, even 8 pounds 6oz tiny baby Jesus getting up and beating the living hell out of that little drummer kid.
I packed it up eventually to the rhythm and once back at the vehicle explored around on the map. I decided I'd hike out to the ruins on one of the hills nearby so I drove towards them and, crossed the creek and climbed up to them. I hung out there for a while, then returned again to vehicle. Just as I was about to pull away my drummer guy showed up behind my vehicle waving. Turns out his battery had died back at the trailhead so we went back and got him going again.
On my way home, just after getting up the Camp Verde hill my water pump went kaput. I called some friends with a trailer and then decided since I had plenty of time to kill I might as well hike out to see what was around. I found a the old dilapidated barn I'd seen from the highway a few times before and some other old stuff.
Eventually the friends showed up, and we drove back without incident to Phoenix.