The Mayo's are one of my favorite families. We spent Memorial Day weekend with them at a cabin buried somewhere in the hills of Sedona. And, more importantly, lived to tell about it. To get there, you followed a winding dirt road past a locked gate and arrived at a scary looking exterior. The cabin made quite the first impression. It grows on you though. Somewhere in between the sunsets that make the rocks burn red, splashing around in the river, shared meals (including amazing bbq) and laughter, you decide you like the place and don't really want to leave.
We found time to take a few photos while we were there.