God forbid it ever snows during your spring break.
This past March, my friends and I took a road trip to Arizona expecting the sun, the warmth, and the good ol’ Grand Canyon. Unfortunately, on one of the days, we were transported to the set of Narnia. I tried to escape the freezing temperatures of Chicago where I live 66 percent of the year and where the temperature is negative 88 percent of the time, but alas, the fates had other plans.
I’m pretty sure I got PTSD* from hiking in the Grand Canyon.
My friends wanted to go on the Bright Angel Trail, one of the most strenuous, tourist-unfriendly hikes in the park (albeit one of the most iconic ones but that is besides the point).
Over spring break, I took a road trip with my friends across Arizona. I touched down Phoenix just a few hours before sunset. After grabbing a burger and fries from Wendy’s, I of course ran across walkalator after walkalator to catch an unobscured view of the tinted sky.
A guy saw me snapping with my DSLR and whipped out his camera phone. “I should take some photos too,” he said. Within 30 minutes, the sky had changed hues from a baby blue to a bright orange to soft pink. Just before it dipped into the horizon, the sun set the clouds ablaze in a fiery red.