My First Trip to The West Coast Definitely Didn’t Disappoint

I was born and raised in Connecticut. I didn’t do much traveling outside of New England except a family trip to Florida every few years. This meant the farthest West I had ever been was Virginia. Until this past spring break, that is. 

This spring break I packed up the few summer clothes I had and headed to Arizona where my roommate lives. During the six-hour flight over states that I had completely forgotten existed, it hit me that I had never experienced this side of America before… and I had no clue what to expect.

Upon arriving I was welcomed with a whole lot of nothing. But don’t get me wrong, I was not disappointed. As an avid succulent lover, I was intrigued by the vegetation. There were cacti that were thirty feet tall; all my life I had thought they were smaller than me. Along with this were the most beautiful rock formations I had ever seen.

I can’t even begin to describe the Grand Canyon. This “ditch” as it was referred to, was the most amazing piece of nature I had ever seen with my own eyes. I was blown away by the colors. My depth perception disappeared and I couldn’t convince myself that what I was seeing was actually real.

This trip exceeded my expectations. I got to see a new piece of America that I had never encountered before. On top of this, I got to witness beautiful scenery, huge cacti, and people wearing cowboy boots (yes, this was exciting for me). I’ll miss driving for miles and seeing no civilization, just untouched desert, but I’m thankful to be back in my beloved city. A part of me definitely missed the hustle and bustle of Boston.


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