Descriptive Essay About Durango

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

Colorado, known for the Rocky Mountains, is a gorgeous place to be. The wildlife filled rectangular state covers 104,185 square miles. In the black timber, it is dark and silent, not a sound to be heard. The pine trees are so thick it blocks most of the sunlight from entering, only to see about seventy-five yards in front of myself. The terrain is rough and almost straight up and down, but the elk love it because it is a challenge for hunters to see them. As I walk my favorite ridgeline in the black timber, I watch for the slightest movement and listen for the smallest crack. Watching thirteen-lined ground squirrels run around and chase each other can be humorous sometimes to watch them fall down from the trees. I wait patiently for the chance

One summer day in Middleville South Dakota, It was nice outside people were playing with their kids and playing in their blow up pools. Some people went camping bringing their barking dogs along. Meanwhile, I had to stay home and work on the ranch with my wife Jenny. It was not always roses and sunshine when I came into the house. Sometimes I would come in and the house would be trashed while my wife would be on the phone with a friend complaining about my tendencies. We are a stubborn couple unlike most; however, we make it work.

Horses running, bulls bucking, and flame throwing are all thing that you could see at a rodeo. When I was in the fifth grade I went to a rodeo with my girl scout troup . We saved up for almost a whole year. We sold cookies, earned money, and waited for the exciting weekend trip to A.J Ranch.

Although Dollywood was exhilarating; Gatlinburg was a close second. Gatlinburg is really where the city yet country atmosphere comes into play. We started our journey passing through the Great Smoky Mountains National Park, and let me just tell you, it was astonishing. This really exhibits the beauty of the smoky mountains. The rocky rivers, unrelenting waterfalls, and glistening greenery really embodied the allure of The Great Smoky Mountains. Unfortunately at this point we just drove through because we were on our way to Gatlinburg, but we came back. Our first destination in Gatlinburg was the aquarium, because we are both fish lovers! We spent hours here, then went on our way elsewhere. Just walking down the streets of Gatlinburg could have kept us entertained for hours. Of course the kid in the both of us guided us to our next destination, the arcade! This was without a doubt my boyfriend’s favorite part, we spent roughly the rest of the afternoon in here, but we didn 't leave our cabin until about 11. There was this crazy clown game where you knock down clowns by throwing balls, and it was extremely addictive. Surprisingly we weren 't the only older people in there. After this we spent the rest of the afternoon shopping and engaging with the friendly people. Finally we were exhausted, and returned to our cabin.

We all have hidden inner conflicts that we have buried deep within our souls. In the story “Hunters in the Snow written” by Tobias Wolff he gives us greater understanding of what adults experience and the extreme limits that people will go through just to be accepted, the author stimulates our senses with the use of very descriptive examples using figurative language. The writer uses weather for the overall setting of the story “Tub waited for an hour in the falling snow”. The setting which the author obviously uses weather takes place during the winter; this determines that there is some darkness and cold death possibly being present.

The summer of 2016, my family decided to shake up our annual summer vacation by heading out west, and chose to go to Sedona, Arizona. Let me tell you, this place radiates beauty. If you've never heard of Sedona, I’ll give you some background real quick. The city IS a desert city. Everywhere you look there's just dirt or sand on the ground and lots of cacti. But the trait that distinguishes the city IS that it sits within a valley in the red rock. All around you stand mountains made of this fiery earth. During our stay there we hiked along many trails through the red rock to almost every tourist spot, some of which gave you a panoramic view of the mountains. The views appeared surreal and took my breath away. Yes, I could go on and on about the beauty of this city, but that's not quite what this story IS about. On this trip, my family and I got up close and personal with some areas of Sedona that one wouldn't call “tourist hotspots.” The town of Jerome is an old mining town built at the base of a mountain, that now has lots of shops and restaurants, and we decided to make this our next destination. So my dad plugged the town into his iPhone GPS (first mistake) and we headed out to reach our destination. Blue sky and deserted land rolled by as I stared out the window. Time seemed to slowly trail by and we did not see signs of the town anywhere. Then suddenly, the smooth asphalt turned to gravel, and immediately something seemed off. “Are you sure we’re going the right way??”

Bright clear white snow on the ground for almost half the year, fireplaces roaring in every home, drinking hot chocolate while reading an interesting book. These were all experiences and sights that had been well accepted and standard where I formerly subsisted. However, the hot summers of Texas differ greatly compared to the frozen state of Minnesota. I learned to dress myself differently depending on which season it is. All of the snow gear we owned has been given away for others to use. I enjoyed snow and the crisp air we received in the North. The environment that we moved to was drastically altered compared to my previous, and it was challenging to

As I stepped out of the airport, followed by my family, I was unprepared for the snowfall and icy pavement that is so commonplace in January in Michigan. If I had thought enough about it, I would have worn winter boots on the plane and maybe brought my puffy white coat to block the wind. Instead, I stood shivering in brand new, pink ballet-flat shoes, while snowflakes filled my eyelashes.

As I stepped out of the exit door a frigid breeze almost made me an iceberg. I did not feel my hands, legs and it caused pain in my esophagus and ears similar to the pain which I had only experienced when I licked or swallowed ice-candies in India. But this condition was pacified by the “SNOW”. When in India I remember that my family once visited one of the states of India in the Himalayan region to experience snow. During my initial few months over here snow was a pleasure to watch and I didn’t understand the reason for everybody worrying about the snowy days. I felt it needless to worry about so soft, so white, so smooth snow until I had to drive in that not so smooth snow, clean not so soft and white snow and then get exhausted to wait for the so called SPRING.

brutal winter. “Many mornings he had waked to find a coating of white on the cabin roof. Today

The word “mesa” originally comes from the Spanish and Latin words for “table,” and the city of Mesa is certainly that; a rich table spread of variety, spice, and life. As the third largest city in the state of Arizona, Mesa offers some of the finest amenities available to the Valley, being a thriving major city while still retaining that small town or suburban atmosphere.

As winter continues, Haskell examines the newly fallen snow during the early moments of sunrise. While most people find beauty in the large blanket of snow that

The suns rays, blazing down onto the sand of New Mexico. Mirages appearing appearing on the horizon in such fine detail, you could reach and grab onto them. The sand slowly blowing across the harsh landscape, the bushes swaying slightly, trees were sparse, and life was all buried away. The gigantic mountains covered the backdrop of the landscape, they seemed to be reaching straight for the sky.

On a snowy and windy night, I was at Barnes & Noble in Green Bay with my friends, Alan and Karina. Christmas music played overhead, the smell of hot chocolate and freshly brewed coffee wafted over, the customers were kind and cheerful, and snow was beginning to blanket the parking lot outside. We were sitting near the cafe wrapping books to support their mom’s school fundraiser. I stared outside and remembered my mom’s warning of the large snowfall that was almost upon us. Around 7:15, the snowflakes were becoming larger and we could barely see outside the window.