Personal Narrative: My Trip To Las Vegas

Las Vegas, the city located in Nevada that never sleeps. In the fall of 2014, as a sixteen year old I was given the opportunity to take the trip of a lifetime. As I climbed onto an airplane for the first time I couldn’t wait to land so I could finally get my first time experience of the atmosphere of Las Vegas.
Until my trip to Las Vegas I had never traveled in an airplane anywhere nor had I been in an airport. The car had always been my first go to when I travel. As I rode to the airport, located two hours from my home, my mind was racing with questions that I couldn’t wait to find out the answers. As I approached the airport people were dashing everywhere as voices were speaking over the intercom every few minutes. People were boarding their flights as others were resting their eyes while they waited for their flight to be called. As I came upon my boarding terminal I knew I was only yards away from boarding my first airplane adventure to the great city of Las Vegas

Soon, I was 39,000 feet in the air listening to my music and taking in the different landscapes as I was on my way to Las Vegas.

Meanwhile, flight attendants were walking up and down the aisles offering sodas, water, wine, and snacks like peanuts or chips while making sure everyone was safe and comfortable for the four hour trip. The ride was smooth and the scenery was beautiful. I was soon out of the mountains and flying above vast deserts, before I knew it we were landing at McCarran Airport in Las Vegas, Nevada. Overall, my first experience flying was a success, but needless to say I was quite happy to finally reunite with the

ground.
Like the desert is commonly illustrated, Las Vegas was dry, hot, windy, and dull. The landscape was plain. Small shrubbery with no trees covered the vast desert surrounding the city. You could look into the distance and see for miles. Las Vegas didn’t come alive till dusk fell. The lights came to a glow, thousands of people flooded the streets and Las Vegas slowly bloomed into a beautiful light show. The hotels that lined the streets were beautiful, each of them having their own unique characteristics. Some were tall with brilliant lights and colors that would put in awe while others were short with only few lights and no vibrant colors. There was so much to see, so much to do, but only a short amount of time to take in the city of Las Vegas.
Viewing the Grand Canyon was my favorite part, as I was leaving the ground in the helicopter to tour the Grand Canyon my heart was racing with excitement. It was a beautiful, clear day in fall. The sky was a deep blue; the sun was shining onto the sandy colored rocks making the canyon even more breathtaking. Our tour guide educated us about the history of the canyon and the stories the canyon holds today during the entire tour. Touring the Grand Canyon is something that I won’t ever forget. The vistas were absolutely breathtaking and something different that I’d never seen before. Viewing the Grand Canyon was a great way to sum up my trip.
As I climb aboard the airplane one last time to start my venture back home to the mountains of Virginia I think of how great and exciting Las Vegas had been. It was a wonderful experience and a trip I will never forget; a trip that will be embedded in the depths of my mind for the rest of my life.