Yet another adventure out west...
For some reason, growing up out east gives you the impression that everywhere in Arizona is a blistering red desert - and that is not the case at all. The Flagstaff/Grand Canyon area is covered in forest, mountains, and wildlife. There's the occasional stretch of fields sprinkled with gigantic white windmills (which terrify me), and of course, the canyon itself. I packed my bags expecting dry heat and found myself a little chilly most of the trip. Then again, I'm always cold :)
There was something so beautiful about this endless stretch of fields - it made you feel so small yet so big. Our country is so beautiful and though I have been lucky enough to drive through most of it, I feel like I have barely seen a piece of the US. My next adventure is going to be Antelope Canyon - hopefully sometime soon!
The title of this post came from the song Trembling Hands by The Temper Trap. I always go back to this band (and album) - I never get sick of their sound and lyrics. This song in particular is something that I can relate to right now.