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A dreamy desert, filled with Mexican cuisine and a blissful balloon-ride made for the ideal adventure to Scottsdale.
Written by Christina Burch
am a firm believer in the saying, “West Coast, best coast.” Growing up in Southern California, I’ve always been just a stone’s throw from the eclectic energy of Los Angeles and the iconic shores of Malibu. Now with Santa Barbara as my backyard, I take full advantage of the superiority of the Pacific. What can I say? Perfect weather, rich diversity and endless opportunity have set my geographical standards high. It’s a wonder any of us bother to venture out. However, I’ve decided to broaden my horizons and do just that. After a sunny lunch on the patio of the Santa Barbara Airport, I board a 12:35 p.m. flight for Phoenix Sky Harbor to allow a new western city the chance to sweep me off my feet. The wheels touch down after only an hour and a half, and my Scottsdale retreat begins. I catch my first glimpse of raw Arizona beauty, filled with the promise of untouched adventure and desert grandeur. Jagged mountaintops line the horizon with a watercolor purple and towering Saguaro cacti rule the Sonoran uncontested. Only ten minutes have passed, and I’m already head-overheels for this majestic brand of the West.
94 | JULY/AUGUST 2016
Santa Barbara Life & Style Magazine | Volume 4 Issue 6