Before I tell about this wonderful resort in Sedona, you should know this. Although Diamond Resorts is a timeshare, anyone can book this vacation extravaganza through Expedia or other online booking sites. Sometimes booking a timeshare is less expensive than booking a regular hotel room.
One more important fact. I’m not selling timeshares! We own a Diamond Resorts timeshare but have been many places, and this is one of our favorites.
A Perfect Day for a Walk
Vince and I ambled out of our spacious suite at Los Abrigados Resort in Sedona for a morning walk around the grounds.
Originally, T.C. and Sedona Schnebly built the first hotel on this site in Sedona in 1901. He and his brother settled here, planted an apple orchard and vegetable garden. The 1986 resort retains the flavor and charm of an earlier time.
We Found So Many Things to Love
View We left our room in too much of a hurry to take this picture this morning, so this evening I snapped the picture so you could see the red rocks from our patio.
Sedona’s red rocks vistas enthrall visitors wherever they turn.
Surrounded in three directions by the red rocks you can’t walk any path without your mouth ajar at the beauty.
Architecture Structures reflect the beauty of Sedona’s backdrop. Spanish and Pueblo-style buildings and fountains reflect the past, but the although it looks antique, the resort was dedicated in 1986.
This was the site of the first hotel, Sedona Post Office, and store. Today Suite 110 is the largest most elegant facility we saw on our resort walk. It would be a perfect place for an executive council meeting for CCSS, but I’m not on that council anymore.
On the left side of the building is a shady porch. Even in the summer, I think you would be cool here. The original Schnebly Hotel included 10 rooms, a rock chimney, and a shake roof. Tents and a bunkhouse outside housed some of the guests. The Schneblys sold their bunkhouse hotel, post office, and store in 1908, and it burned down in 1918.
Another beautiful suite is the Morris House. Of course, since that is my maiden name, I would love to stay there, but it is being remodeled. Phil Morris got the contract to build the new Abrigados Resort that opened in 1986. He has now been in business over 45 years with an unparalleled reputation as a builder.
Miniature Golf Course Vince and I haven’t played yet, but we had to check out each of the 18 holes. We heard the gentle waterfall at hole 11. However beautiful it is, par 3 was not a fair number to set for par. Can you see that narrow bridge in the center? Hmmm Trust me, take extra golf balls. There’s real water in the stream underneath it.
One piece of advice I have for you is not to get discouraged and lose your confidence because of hole 11 like I did the first time I played with my friend Jean.
Basketball, Tennis & Pickleball Courts For more activity, you can enjoy tennis, basketball, or pickleball. I hate to admit it, but I thought the holes in the shade screens were windows. I wondered why they were so high and so low. Vince explained patiently that they are to keep the cloth in place when it’s windy. DUH!
Pathways Along Oak Creek
We started down one path, but it ran out. Huge rocks line the smooth walking path.
The shallow creek meanders quietly right now, but at some point, the water has eroded the soil around the roots.
Seating Areas along Oak Creek
If you wanted you could play checkers or chess outside. You could choose between walking, chess or checkers, or sitting. Nobody played at 9:00. Usually, the pieces are sitting upright in their assigned spots. Someone enjoyed playing – until they didn’t, or the wind came up last night.
Bocce Ball Court Vince lost to me at this Italian game. We only played once. Hmmm. Maybe it did not challenge him enough.
Too many options for Vince. He led the way.
The Labyrinth You start at one end and follow the yellow brick road. Just when you think you’ve reached the Wizard of Oz, the blocks take a sharp turn and turns in the opposite direction.
The Bird Sanctuary The birds were shy this morning. Maybe Vince and I did not emit bird-loving vibes. We saw a crow fly in front of our noses on the road back to the suite. But by then my camera was sheathed in my pocket, and it was time for lunch. So birds, we’ll catch you later.
The Zen Garden Vince and I have too much Type A personality to sit down and zen in the garden.
“We need a rake. I’ll be they have a rake. Next time we’ll get a rake. Jason would spend hours here. Let’s go now.”
And as quickly as we walked in and I sat down to zen, we left.
Spoke N Wheel Restaurant Walking past the Morris House and the tennis courts we stopped to take pictures of the Spoke N Wheel Restaurant.
The group of women I went to Sedona with last fall all enjoyed this restaurant. Vince and I booked a reservation for Easter dinner just to make sure.
Last year Darlene and I decided we did not want to pay the price. Instead, we spent five dollars less apiece and had a lousy meal from the store, most of which we threw away. Vince and I did not make that mistake.
New Friends On the way to Schnebly pond from the Office we ran into friends we met at the pool the night before, Dave and Karen. We invited them to join us for brunch. Our one-hour luncheon turned into two and a half hours as we got better acquainted with this couple previously from Pennsylvania, but now from Arizona.
Heated Pool and Jacuzzi No resort is complete without a pool, so as we headed back over to the place we met our new friends the night before in the jacuzzi.
Vince stays out of the sun, although he would rather lie next to the pool all day in weather like Sedona this week. He had to be content to look over the pools from the patio above.
Tomorrow I’ll seek out the spa again. It relaxed me, and you never know what new friend you will meet next.
Schnebly Pond This pond was harder to find than we expected. Named after Sedona’s first family, it is buried between some of the units. After looking at the map, we figured it out.
At first, I thought ducks had found a nice shallow pond. Closer inspection taught me otherwise.
Next to Tlaquepaque Sedona’s Art and Shopping Destination
Though separated by a concrete overflow, Tlaquepaque seems like part of the Abrigados dream resort. Drawn by a beautiful rendition of “Sounds of Silence,” we crossed the pedestrian path to the mall. Michael Kollwitz recorded one of his CDs under the banyan tree in LaHina on Maui.
Vince loves to shop. OK, honestly, I do too on occasion. We had fun strolling through the cobblestone and brick roads ducking in and out of specialty shops.
After living in rodeo country for sixteen years, I found my first cowgirl hat in Arizona at Bennali’s.
While we picked from passion fruit, blueberry, pomegranate, cranberry, strawberry, apple and many other fruity kinds of vinegar, General Manager, Allison Wilson briefly explained the history of the Voss Fass Company.
All told, our resort walk lasted about an hour and a half or so trying out some of the fun things to do at Los Abrigados.
All day long, my husband who hates to leave home said, “I love it here.”
What’s not to love? This is a Diamond Resort membership resort, but you do not have to belong to stay here. You can book through Expedia or other online sites. If you come to Sedona, it’s the most beautiful of all the wonderful places we have stayed.
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Today is blue and white day at Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge. I have invited a special guest to accompany us on this blue and white tour I’ve planned out today. First, let’s take this stairway. Unless you have been to Elderwood, CA, you might not see one of these every day. It looks like you could climb all the way to heaven, but you really end up at the top of a wind machine overlooking an orange grove.
Oops, maybe I was wrong. Look where we ended up! Once you’ve been to heaven, where can you go from there? If only we had wings. We could fly anywhere.
Heaven is a vast place, so let’s just roam around a bit. Maybe we will run into our special guest host this morning. Ahhhh yes, here he is.
“That’s weird. I thought I put the moon in the night sky,” God mumbled just loud enough for us to hear. “Oh well, it looks good there.”
Hi God,” I greeted him. “These are my friends from WordPress.”
“Hi Marsha. Wow, you have a lot of friends.”
“I really do. I promised them you would go on our blue and white tour with us. Got a moment?”
“Marsha, you used a strange filter you put on this picture. Didn’t you like the gray I used for the sky?”
“I actually did, God, but this is a blue and white tour, and I thought I could make it bluer with the filter.”
“It looks too purple to me. I still have a lot to teach you about Photoshop. Those orange blooms in Elderwood are bursting with the most glorious smell. This is good. This is very g…… Achoo.”
I guess God has allergies, too.
“Let’s get out of here for a bit, what do you say?” God suggested.
“Whatever you want, God. I’m with you,” I answered.
God and I headed to Runway Cafe and hopped on a helicopter to head for clearer air.
We landed on a whale watching boat with CA friends Connie and Darrel Smith and Australian friends Carol and Glen Sherritt in Maui HI.
“Now this is the life,” breathed God. “Wonder where all the whales are today? Ho hum… I think I’ll make a rainbow for everyone instead.” So he did.
“Ok, Marsha, what else do you have that’s blue and white. I could stay in Maui forever, but I know you need to get back.”
“I thought this monument was pretty, God. Do you remember 1607?”
“How time flies,” He mused. “Seems like it was just yesterday that those English folks drug themselves off the boat here in Jamestown, VA. Of course no one called it Jamestown or Virginia then. It was sure touch and go for a while, but a few hardy souls made it.”
“Times have changed. Now all kids worry about is if their hair is the right color. Wonder why I didn’t think of blue hair?”
God smiled. I smiled back at him as we shook our heads together at kids today.
“You humans, always so preoccupied with time. You’ve made some pretty nice timepieces, though.” God complimented the builders. They were standing nearby on the clouds watching.
“Well, it’s been a calming blue and white tour today, and here we are right back where we started. You humans are always in my thoughts.”
“Thanks for joining us, God.”
“My pleasure, Marsha. Just remember, I’m always close. I will never leave you or forsake you.”
And with the twinkling of an eye, our tour ended, and God disappeared from sight.
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As you recall your trips, do you struggle to remember time markers anyway? My friend Jean and I spent at least thirty minutes one evening during our Arizona trip retracing our stops to remember where we had lunch three days before.
“Take a picture of the restaurant,” Jean said. “So we’ll remember it next time.”
If I have a picture I can at least remember the town. If I have the town – thank goodness for Google! Is that what’s important? Really?
In Writing the Breakout Novel I read that novice writers write their novels chronologically. Reading back over my unpublished novels (that would be all of them so far) I notice that I follow that trend. Yet when I journal, I don’t break out my journal until something significant happens, like the transmission goes out in the truck while pulling the new trailer up the mountain highway in the rain at twilight.
As soon as the journal opens and my pen hits the paper, my internal date book flips on, and I chew my pen trying rack my brain trying to remember all the places I ate and places I visited. Did I think I would ever get back to Florence, Italy, Charleston, SC, Chicago, IL, Klamath, CA, or Scottsdale, AZ to eat there again? Even if I did go back, would that restaurant be there waiting for me when I arrived with the same chef at the helm? Would there be no other restaurant other than THAT Arbys in the same town? Why am I so driven to remember all those places? By the time I get around to recording what I THOUGHT was the dramatic moment of actual event, usually a juicy story from a tour, the sizzle is gone.
Actually the dramatic moments of a trip are usually the bad personal moments, like when a fellow traveler spills coffee all over your blouse and suggests that you change it right there in the parking lot because nobody will notice. What’s up with that anyway? No one will notice when I take off my blouse in a parking lot? Really? What alternative universe am I in? Are people really THAT different in other parts of the world?
In Frank Lloyd’s world, I think people might have been that different. You have to read the books, though, to learn the gory details. The tour guide didn’t mention the negro servant who axed Wright’s lover and her two children in the head then burned his home to the ground killing a gardener, and three architectural students in 1914 at the original Taliesin home in Wisconsin.
We saw floor lighting in the movie room, but the stories of the sex camps at Taliesin West never came to light.
It goes against my nature to be a good storyteller. I have no posterity who might be interested in where I was at any moment. And yet, I record every stop I make in painstaking chronological order. No wonder good storytellers are at a premium, not only in the world of writing, but in the world at large. Most of us are still trying to remember where we ate two days ago. 🙂
What about you? Where did you eat two days ago? Anything dramatic happening in your life? Which did YOU post on FB? 🙂
Hi everyone! As though I didn’t already have enough to do, Manny has come up with this idea of a writing challenge. Actually, it was Vince’s idea first. He’s the marketing guy of the family. Manny needs your help getting the to kids that might want to write a story. To view Manny’s site click here.
Justin Beaver (JB) and I are friends. I live in California, and JB lives in Australia. We write blogs and talk to each other almost every day. We decided to write stories about our travels, but there are so many ways to write a story. We got confused. Would you help us write a story?
500 words or less
use at least one picture
Title: Manny’s Writing Challenge: Friends in Frankfurt
Topic: Stuffed animals, Manny and Justin Beaver travel to Frankfurt, Germany.
Plot: Manny and Justin have a whole city to explore and don’t know where to go.
Genre: You might write a fractured fairy tale, poetry, story of noises, naughty behavior, or even non-fiction, or something else if you like
Your story should have a theme.
Is this a story about character traits, like honesty or manners?
Are Justin and I developing self-esteem and growing up as they travel?
Did we have an argument?
Did something scary happen and we act bravely?
Please use these pictures taken by Justin’s mom, Mrs. Eternal Traveler. If you want to add more pictures you can. Make sure you give credit for them.
Publish your story on your blog, or send it to my mom, email@example.com., or post it in the comment section, if you want.
Please link back to my blog so that other people can read your story. I can’t wait to read YOUR stories about ME!
You can use my widget. I made them in several sizes, and you can post them on your website. Be sure to link back to my website in the URL of the picture so that others can join the writing challenge.