One of the region's most popular back-country trails is named for the Stewart film. After my experience dangling off the cliffs of Cathedral Rock, I wimped out and took a Pink Jeep off-road tour to explore the Broken Arrow Trail as it winds through sandstone monoliths in Coconino National Forest (two hours, $75 for adults, $56 for children,  873-3662, www.pinkjeep.com).
It was scarier than the hike. The Jeep went straight up -- and down -- the rocks, sometimes at a 45-degree angle. I held on tight, my heart hammering as we skirted the edge of sheer cliffs, maneuvering over the sculpted, weathered red sandstone that locals call slick rock.
"I'm going to close my eyes," I screamed at John Domaska, the driver. "I won't be offended," he replied. "I do it all the time."
We traveled over rocks stained with desert varnish and skirted groves of Arizona cypress. We finally took a break at Chicken Point, a slick-rock pass between two high buttes. The view was amazing: vivid rock pinnacles and miles of pinyon pine and juniper.
On the trip back, I asked Domaska, a native of Arcadia who has lived in Arizona for 16 years, what he thought about vortexes.
"They were made up by a psychic," he said, laughing.
And he doesn't think much of the quirkier aspects of life in Sedona.
"I don't believe in any of that. Not the vortexes, not the crystals-will-cure-you stuff, not the aliens-have-landed here stuff.
"But it's really a beautiful place."
Back in the city, I took a walk around uptown Sedona, where souvenir shops and restaurants attract strolling visitors. The town has three main commercial areas, the Village of Oak Creek to the south, western Sedona and uptown Sedona.
Altogether, the incorporated city sprawls over 19 square miles, a little larger than Burbank. Some visitors complain that it suffers from poor design, with too many strip malls and developments, and too many tourists in the summer.
But Sedona also has a vibrant arts community, with nearly 100 galleries and events, including an international film festival and arts and jazz festivals.
My walk took me by the storefront office of the Sedona Trolley, where I paid $12 for a 55-minute narrated tour ( 282-5400, www.sedonatrolley.com). The bright red Molly Trolley car stopped at the Tlaquepaque Arts and Crafts Village, an open-air shopping center in the Gallery District, then dropped us off for 20 minutes at the Chapel of the Holy Cross, one of the most-photographed sites in Sedona and said to be one of the most architecturally interesting modern churches in America ( 242-7359, www.chapeloftheholycross.com).
The cliff-top Catholic chapel, designed by Marguerite Bruswig Staude and built in 1956, juts out of a 1,000-foot rock wall. Literature in the chapel told me that "visitors are often surprised to find themselves deeply moved . . . [and] go away refreshed and energized. Many find solutions to impossible situations and leave with peace in their heart."
No solutions seemed forthcoming for me, but the views were spectacular and the building is an achievement.
Back in the trolley, our guide mentioned some of the stars who have made Sedona their home: among them Orson Welles, Jane Russell, Donald O'Connor, Nicolas Cage, Diane Lane and Sen. John McCain, who has a ranch about 10 miles from here.
"So, where might I find a celebrity or two today?" I asked.
Enchantment Resort, came the answer.
Continuing my search for enlightenment (and hoping to see someone famous), I drove about eight miles northwest to Boynton Canyon, where the hotel backs up to the ruggedly beautiful peaks of the Red Rock/Secret Mountain Wilderness.
I didn't see any famous folks as I walked the grounds, but I did soak up the tranquillity of the place, which is said to be near another of the region's famous vortexes.
Then I visited Mii Amo spa, where I picked up a 22-page menu of massages, facials and other treatments. I could try the Inner Quest ($205 for 60 minutes), a Native American-style massage in which sweet grass would be burned to cleanse negative energy. Or I might like the Soul Seeker ($260 for 90 minutes), in which a master therapist would help me reconnect with my inner self. Or perhaps I could experience the Harmony massage ($260 for 90 minutes), in which my therapist would use "a variety of healing techniques to realign the body and energy pathways."
Reading about all these choices made me tired, so I stepped into the spa's Crystal Grotto, a circular, kiva-like room with a soaring ceiling and padded benches along its rim. A sign told me to use the room for quiet contemplation. I sat down and fell asleep. I didn't awaken until another seeker entered the room half an hour later.
Was it the woo-woo factor at work? Or perhaps vortex energies? Or maybe I just needed a nap. Whatever. I felt great.