Arizona Descriptive Writing

Arizona is a beautiful place for anyone to live. Growing up in Phoenix has been quite the experience. I have had a few encounters with different animals such as snakes, scorpions, and coyotes. With mountains surrounding us all around it is hard to avoid these creatures. Each mountain has a different view to offer and they are the most unbelievable sites, especially when the sun is setting. The scenery in Arizona is something out of a book. It does get pretty hot in Arizona, but if you like the cold weather all you have to do is drive a few hours up north to experience snow in the winter and cooler temperatures in the summer. The most popular type of food in Arizona would have to be Mexican food. There is a variety of restaurants all around

Waking up before the rising sun on the morning of the hunt left me feeling groggy with my eyes slow to open and close when blinking. Being extra quiet to not wake up my mother was a main challenge, trying to tippy toe around the cabin and dodging the creaky spots in the floor. Prior to eating breakfast, I began getting dressed. Due to the fact that I was in northern Minnesota, the weather was bone chilling and the wind would seep right through your layers onto your unexpecting skin. Once I had put on my long johns, sweatpants, and long sleeve shirt with a tee shirt on top I began to make my breakfast. I had decided to have scrambled eggs that were cooked to perfection with the yolk golden mixed in with the pure snow white egg white and flakes of pepper sprinkled throughout and toast with butter melted onto the crunchy outside making it soft with homemade strawberry jam spread thick on top.

Driving down Arizona Boulevard, I was going to my house. Passing through all the main businesses and stores, something came to my mind. It was memories, memories of my 17 years here in Coolidge. You see, I have always pictured myself leaving and moving as soon as I graduated and turned 18. Leaving my small comfort zone to go live in a big city somewhere. For a period of time, I honestly didn’t even want to say where I was from because I didn’t want it to define me. As I kept on driving, thinking about this, I realized I was actually being really closed minded. It was on that day, driving through all of my familiarities, where I changed my mindset. It was when I, in fact, left Coolidge, that I started to appreciate what it’s done for me and how it shaped me into whom I grew up to be.

Nestled snuggly into the Blue Ridge Mountains was Ridgecrest, North Carolina. Getting there was no joke seeing as the ears popped every five minutes, but the scenery was beautiful.

Turbulence shook the cabin. The head flight attendant made the last call for the passengers to ready themselves for landing as her crew took their seats. Cara looked outside the window seat seeing a vastness of desert landscape chasing the horizon. It reminded her of home.

Living in the busy metropolitan area, it is easy to forget that we have unlimited natural beauty, that is the great outdoors, so close to home. Kansas City, Missouri is gifted with a plethora of hidden gems, all located within an hour drive. One such gem can be found in the historic riverside town of Parkville, Missouri.

Driving in the open country air, where my radio is cranked up as loud as my ears can take it. Bumps from small white rocks hitting against all four black tires, making me rock back and forth, up and down. Feeling that high speed while dust is flying all over. Also drinking a cold ice melted saccharine tea, will give you tooth decay. Transitioning from rock to cement road changes my state of mind from free range to a seriousness since there’s more cars on paved roads.

Arizona has very amazing weather. It was hot but not like the hot in Ohio. It wasn’t sticky like the hot days at home. I was with my family, my sister, mom, and uncle.

We were walking down the step path in the rainforest of Puerto Rico. We spotted a dad and his daughter and started to talk them. They told us that their was river up ahead with some rocks you could walk on. We had a small conversation with them and then parted our separate ways. We decided to go check out the river.

If you're into the beach and sun then you may be surprised to learn that every year from December 15 through April 1 is the best time to visit San Diego, at least as far as whale watching is concerned. This four-month timeframe is when at least 25,000 Pacific grey whales make their annual ocean migration from the South Arctic to Baja California with a stop over along the coast of this southern California community.

I am from Fort Wayne, Indiana. A small city where people have been tricked into thinking it's big. A city that is full of close minded people that have grown up and lived in the same place for generations on end. Growing up here has it's ups and downs. It's not just the city though, it's the people. There is people that have never left and think they know everything. The worst part is they are deluded into thinking that way. They actually think the negative mind set they have is correct. For whatever reason those people gave up on their dreams and doing what they love.

Winter in California is a curious creature, one moment it's shiny and easy going, wrapping around you the warmth of a loving companion, then without notice it sends out it's chilled rain biting you to the bone. I've been in this God awful state for five years and I wait for that bite, that flash of cold we get once in a blue moon. I may be the only resident in Southern California who hates this weather, I am originally from the east coast, I was used to all four seasons. why am I here if I hate it so much? Well, I'm undercover...err...more like under witness protection, since the age of 13 I have lived a double life, one insidious accident led to a world of new possibilities for me. My first boyfriend and my one true love is from a family of

I had just woke up and was now trying to adjust my eyes to the dim sunlight coming from outside. I rolled out of bed still tired and walked over to my silky see-through curtains. I moved them to the side and admired the vista in front of me. From where I was standing, I could see everything. The beautiful snow-capped of Mount Rainer, the outstanding greenland's of Mount Olympus, the clear soothing waters of Lake Sammamish and Lake Washington; and the high-glass buildings of downtown Bellevue. It was still pretty dark out but you could still see the combination of blue, red, and yellow in the rising sky. It was so much to take in, but I loved the rush I get when watching it. This view is like no other. It’s breathtaking. Bellevue is usually not the first thing you think about when you’re looking for a place to live. Others may think of Bellevue as another city in Washington, but I think of it as home.

The first day in Arizona was a day of discoveries. I found I hate long car rides with my family. We have a small little Hyundai Sonata that can barely fit all five of us. After my patience was tried and tested several times, I was rewarded with our destination. After about an hour of window-watching, I came to a very drastic conclusion.

When I thought of california I thought of sun, palm trees and warm weather. This is not one of those places. When I found out I was going to California, I packed a bunch of shorts. When I got to Petrolia I realized what a mistake I had made. Petrolia was not sunny and warm. For it was cold and dark where the hippies go to die and grow their weed.