After a leisurely dinner, Lisa and I left Sedona at 8:30. The map indicated that our destination, Prescott Valley, was about 50 miles away. We settled in for a quick trip. The sun had set and there would be no moon for several hours. Stars filled the sky from horizon to horizon. The evening was still warm.
The headlights of oncoming cars infrequently interrupted our stargazing. After a while, Lisa noticed a small cluster of lights halfway up a mountain. You could “see” the mountains only by viewing their silhouettes against the blanket of stars. Road signs announced we were nearing the town of Cottonwood, but we could not see it. The tiny outcropping of lights on the mountain was too far away to be Cottonwood.
We crested a small rise and