Just like Sedona?

We stood amid a wastelend of mine tailings and broken machinery. A fine red powder, likely some kind of processed ore, once underground, now contaminated waste was piled high around us. Breathlessly one from our party whispered "It's just like Sedona, the red rocks."
It was easy to laugh at first, the toxic land was nothing like Sedona. When a rock tossed in the water splashed all of us recoiled in horror from the orange-red splash that followed. And yet I had brought them to this place, we could have just as easily traveled to Sedona instead; so why here?

Maybe there is something to be said for a trip into what society has left behind. Maybe there is a beauty here too. As our team stepped around the broken machines and eerily hued pools it was easy to remember why a place like Sedona is chosen to be set apart. In a collective rush for the dollar tomorrow, so easily we forget yesterday.
 By:E.C.
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