To kick off our 12 trips in 12 months, I asked Brett, "Where do you want to go first? Where do you want to go most?"

Without even looking up from his phone, he said, "Hiking in Arizona."

And that was that.

Sidenote: We've been affectionately calling each of our planned trips this year our "honeymoon," and then dissolving into a ridiculous fit of giggles. As a forewarning, know that if you tell people your honeymoon is in Arizona, most will give a polite, "Ohhh!" Some - hi, John from Advantage Rental Cars! - will go as far to ask, "You chose here?" (However, he in the same breath also described the Grand Canyon as "just a large hole in the ground," so his opinions are to be taken very, very lightly.)

Haters aside, I adored Arizona. We wanted to spend some time together with some serious hiking and swimming, and Arizona fit those qualifications beautifully. Our first stop was two nights in Scottsdale.

After reading Ambitious Kitchen's post, I knew we had to stay at the Four Seasons at Troon North. Those views! That pool! The margarita making class!

Brett loved that it was nestled at the base of Pinnacle Peak and had numerous hiking trails from which to choose. I lusted after the pool.

Y'all, those views.

With the resort property being over thirty five thousand square feet, the views were plentiful. Each casita had its own balcony, which I thought was a huge plus. If the pool drew me in, the balcony beckoned me to stay. Some of my favorite moments from our trip were hitting up the free coffee bar to load up on drinks and homemade muffins (SO. GOOD.) to enjoy on our tranquil little balcony.

(And, you know, the dozens of snacks and breakfast foods we piled into our checked bag. Please tell me we're not the only ones who do this.)

Seriously, it's just so peaceful. I'd go back immediately.

More specifically, I'd go back immediately for tacos.

Barrio Queen tacos, to be exact.

And being from Texas, I feel that Brett and I toe the line of Snobby prettyyyyy closely. But y'all. I'd catch a flight just to eat more of their fish tacos.

I mayyy have gotten slightlyyyy irritated hiking Camelback Mountain when I realized we weren't going to eat two dinners in a row here. (My apologies to any kind soul on that trail. Taco FOMO is real.)

Side note: As long as you're not preoccupied with the thought of tacos, I highly recommend Camelback. The sunset was pretty incredible, once my irritation dissipated.