Personal Narrative: My Road Trip To Sedona From Las Vegas

After departing from the French Quarter, we headed north to Biloxi, Mississippi, east through Mobile, Alabama and out onto Florida’s long, desolate and boring country highway into the panhandle and past Pensacola. On the drive home, I started feeling a lot of nervous anxiety. I was suddenly

Last summer before school started my sister and I were told that we were going on a trip to Ute Lake in New Mexico. We had never been to New Mexico before, so we were super excited. We were told that we were taking my dad's cousin's jet ski with us. My sister and I could not wait to go to New Mexico.

It was the very late night of Saturday August 1st, when I sat at my computer thinking about how my favorite Vegas site, VegasChatter, cashed out for the last time the day before. My favorite site on the computer screen before me, now frozen in time and never to be updated again. No more unique perspectives, inside words and fresh reviews I had not only grown accustomed to, but checked each day (multiple times).

I lived in an odd place for a time, all through a single summer I languished in the confines of its chipped sidewalks and heat-warped streets. The air was hot, it felt as if one was within the red-lit depths of an oven set to broil, the June sun cooking all that rested below its unforgiving harangue. The sky was vibrantly blue, like a cerulean drape had been pulled over the surface of the earth. Flashing neon lights and vibrant pink flamingos incessantly reminded me that I was in the boundaries of Fabulous Las Vegas, although I did not particularly want to be. There were aggressive and caustic smells that filled the air: Boiling oils from deep frying, spilled alcoholic beverages, and curious stale cigarette aromas, all of which bothered me

Howdy, I’m Jessie! I’ve lived in Las Vegas for most of my life and must confess right off the bat to being a bit of an adrenaline junkie. Yes, I look like a normal, everyday type of girl in my photos, but those are just snapshots. In real life, I’m always moving and always in search of my next great adventure. It’s a wonder the photographer got me to slow down long enough to capture my long, lean, athletic limbs and the long brown hair flowing down my back. Usually I’m just a blur as I whiz by the camera! It’s all I can do to sit down long enough to write this, but I know you’re curious, and my photos caught your eye. Now I bet you’d like to know a little more about me.

When I was in fifth grade I started to play basketball, and I loved it. At that time basketball was the first sport I ever played in, and now that is my most favorite sport ever. I also play lacrosse and soccer. In the summer I like to sometimes do water activities at my cabin and lounge in the sun on the lake, on a paddle board, at the end of the dock, or on the pontoon or speed boat with a friend. My first ever vacation was to Arizona when I was in seventh grade. Me and my family hiked the grand canyon, went to Scottsdale, and did other things that I don’t remember. But that was during valentine's weekend and during basketball season so we bought a basketball and at night I would practice while my aunt and uncle were in the hot tub with my

I can’t believe that it is finally July 27, 2018! My mom and I are going to Las Vegas to see the Backstreet Boys in concert. My mom and I can’t wait to get to the Airport. It would be our first time going to Las Vegas. Our plane was to leave from Gerald R. Ford International Airport at 9:00 AM.

Have you ever had to travel for 9.5 hours or more to a destination you've been dying to go to? Sadly I have, and once we arrived in Texas it was all worth the lengthy car drive. While my family and I were driving to Texas my brother had to go to the bathroom every five minutes it seemed like. My family and I did so many fun things in Texas with my grandparents. Unluckily there were also some tragic events that happened. The vacation was as fun as a great trip.

I was offered the opportunity to go to San Diego, California from July 4-11th. I was proud to accept, anyways it only a week. Although, It was 1,241 miles away from home which was about 18 hours away. My uncle came over to talk to my mom and give her all the details on what we would be doing. Day one… We would depart from the house at noon and arrive in

Thumb: In February, 2015 my family and I went on a road trip to Mexico. The drive there took about 3 days (with stops included) on our way there we passed by a couple states. My least favorite state that we passed by was Arizona. It was my least favorite because it was super hot and the only thing I saw was desert land and tumbleweeds, it looked like a scene of an old western movie the whole drive through there. I liked passing by New Mexico because we stopped at a really cool huge truck stop store place that had a bunch of souvenirs to look at and it had a little room of arcade games that me and my brother got to play on. When we went into mexico the first thing I noticed was the instant change of smell. When we rolled down the windows it smelled like a mixture of homemade tortillas and what it smells

If I were to go on a road trip from Maine to California I would bring my grandpa with me. The reason being, as we drive across the country, he could provide me with the history of wherever it is we are driving through. My grandfather loves to share childhood stories about his growing up in the United States and his adventures traveling the country. He has really shared some great stories of driving from Louisiana back to his home state of New York. He has told me the crazy stories ranging from getting pulled over by the police to the scenery as he drove from state to state. Grandpa always loves to tell a good story, with his passion for history, his navigation experience and his positive outlook on life, there is no doubt in my mind he would

This road trip to Dallas, Texas has been sensational, and after five days of visiting family and twenty-two hours in the car, the adventures are still not over. The day after we arrived in Dallas, August 1, was my brother’s 9th birthday, so my family and I purchased and savored blue ice cream cake with both chocolate and vanilla ice cream in the middle, went to IHOP, and after rummaging through the menu, ordered breakfast foods, inclusive of chocolate chip pancakes, delectable golden hash browns sprinkled with salt, crispy bacon, and perfectly brewed hot chocolate with just a squirt of whipped cream on top. Because Texas is sultry in August, the temperature reached over 100 degrees every day, so my family had to find fun ways to cool down

As Emma Chase once said, “the greatest part of a road trip isn't the actual destination, it's all the wild stuff along the way.” As we turn right down the bumpy, black, cracked up street, driving approximately one mile until we reach the yellow light from my house. Looking to my fat right on the corner is the big green field, I always see the kids play football at. That's where I first started practicing for track at. As the light turns green, we make a sharp left turn merging onto I-94 freeway like any other day. Before I knew it we were on there driving at 60mph in the middle lane passing all of the exists. Nevertheless, distracted riding along, enjoying the cool windy breeze, looking at the junkyard and factories over the bridge, we almost forgot to merge over to the right on interstate 75 loopy split freeway heading North. Just as we did we found ourselves in the middle of downtown passing the bright lights of Greektown Casino on our way to my childhood place.

The road trip is a sacred rite of passage for many newly graduated high school students. I was so fascinated by the wild stories my older brothers and their friends told about their road trips that I could not wait to experience my own. Three close friends and I planned a short but adventure-packed trip to Miami, Florida. We had high hope for the long weekend.

Every second I thought, “One second closer to the game,” but then I remembered, “We still have three hours to go.” We were driving, and Brayden, my brother, would name every license plate that passed by, as I was sitting in the back surrounded by luggage that felt like bricks. On the way there, we had to stop, what felt like 100 times. We were in a town and we had to stop to get gas, when Brayden yelled, “Hawaii license plate!” and it was a bright red Prius in the far lane that was speeding by on its way to Kansas City. We were halfway to our annual road trip to Kansas City and then I took a nap for two hours and awoke when we were in the large city of Kansas City.