In colonial America, a fresh pineapple was set in the center of the dining table when visitors joined families in their homes. The pineapple was a symbol of hospitality and warm welcome.
Elliot has a friend in Flagstaff that he has known since they met each other picking pineapples in Hawaii over a summer. While we didn’t arrive to a luau, Austin, Theresa, Garret, Eli and Brock welcomed us into their home.
After a hot shower, Theresa made scrumptious chicken tacos with freshly made tortillas. Additionally we were treated to chocolate peanut butter no bake cookies. A shower and a full belly make a bicycle tourist ecstatic.
Heading directly to Flagstaff from Pine was a smart compromise compared to the original route from Pine, to Camp Verde, on to Sedona and then to Flagstaff, Arizona. After all of the climbing we had done, Elliot pointed out that the route would drop almost 3000 feet in elevation only to climb back up 4000 feet through a narrow, shoulder-less road.
I had always heard how beautiful Sedona was and wanted to see it, especially after a Forest Service Ranger said the area would have been a National Park, more impressive than the Grand Canyon, if it was not commercially developed. The sight seeing issue was solved by renting a car that conveniently resolved the elevation obstacle.
A special thanks to Austin, Theresa, Garret, Eli and Brock for being spectacular hosts.