So far, the furthest east I've been is Chicago and the furthest west Las Vegas. At first, while on our drive to and around the Grand Canyon, I was amazed by all the rocky... mountains? Outcrops? They're too steep to be hills, anyway. The shrubs were actually cool and the blue sky was absolutely fantastic. The fact that it really was kind of a desert sorta blew me away, seeing as I've only lived in grassy, hilly Eastern Iowa.

But then I had to look at it for sixteen hours. It was ridiculously hot, though thank god not the humid kind we always have back home, and the sun seemed to be a lot brighter. By the third hour, I was getting sick of the shrubbery and the wide-open spaces, as well as those huge outcrop thingies that sometimes surrounded us on all sides. It was getting to the point where I was trying hard not to hyperventilate because it was bothering me so much. I practically cried in relief when we entered a familiar forest-y area.

My favorite area is a tie between wide open grassy plains (rolling hills are a bonus!) and forest areas with trees on all sides. I've never been to the northeast, but I would imagine that I'd fit in there quite well.