 from a person I know who I work with, actually, one of my bosses. Her father-in-law was on his way home from Sedona down Route 89A, headed toward Cottonwood. As he approached, and this is relatively a rural drive, there's nothing really between Sedona and Cottonwood, but desert and extremely rough, undulating hills and cliffs on both sides. Now, as he was driving home, it was dark.