And I want to go back! The only truly western states we visited were Texas, New Mexico, and Arizona, and I can safely say that the west is the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen. Arguably, the most beautiful place in the world.
Simply put, I’m in love.
When you’ve seen rainbows glowing over the craggiest peak you’ve ever seen, watched seemingly endless miles of defiant landscape roll by, daring you to step out and see what’s beyond the farthest ridge…the rest of the world pales.
When you’ve tasted food so hot your face went red even under the sunburn and specialties no one’s heard of at home, but loved both of them(well…maybe not the enchilada crafted from the heart of an active volcano, but I at least enjoyed the flavor if not the heat)…your tastebuds may never be the same–partially because they’ve been seared, but no matter.
When you’ve seen a thousand stories left behind, some written on wooden crosses, others in the broken glass of abandoned businesses, and the best burned into the people who remember the tales worthy enough to survive…you wonder what kind of story you’ll leave.
When you’ve seen canyons that dwarf stadiums, trees harder than rock(because…well…they are rock), and the blackened remains of the volcanoes that shaped the terrain…and realize just how big the world is. And just how much more you have to see.