March always feels like the soft opening of the year. Things aren’t quite in full swing, but they’re shifting, just enough to make you want to pack a bag and chase a little warmth, color, or change of scene. These trips weren’t about escaping winter entirely. They were about entering spring on our own terms: with movement, good food, and moments that felt like a stretch after the stillness. From sand to vineyards, mountain towns to quiet beaches, March gave us the feeling of motion again—and that’s exactly what we needed.
Best Places to Travel in March:
Wildflower season and slow mornings in Texas Hill Country
Driving through Texas Hill Country in March was like watching winter dissolve into color. Bluebonnets painted the fields, and the air was laced with something sweet—maybe spring, maybe nostalgia. As I sipped a lavender lemonade in Fredericksburg, I thought, “This is what it feels like to stretch out of hibernation.” Luckily I live here so I get to experience it all the time.
What I Loved Most: Strolling under blooming trees in Johnson City, hiking Enchanted Rock, and finding that the silence of the countryside is anything but empty.
My highlights? A farm-to-table lunch at Emma + Ollie in Fredericksburg—crispy chicken biscuits with local honey and slaw. Fresh, soulful, and full of Texas warmth.
Plan your vacation:
- Why March Works: Wildflowers in bloom, mild temps, great for scenic drives and hikes
- Top Experiences: Enchanted Rock, wine tasting, Willow City Loop, wildflower viewing
- Weather: 55–75°F and sunny
- What to Pack: Light layers, picnic blanket, walking shoes
- Getting There: Fly into Austin or San Antonio and drive
Pink sands and quiet joy in Bermuda
March in Bermuda felt like a secret whispered just to me. The beaches weren’t crowded, the pastel houses glowed softly in the morning light, and the ocean had that glassy calm. Walking along the South Shore with my shoes in hand, I thought, “I could get used to this kind of peace.”
What I Loved Most: Exploring hidden coves like Jobson’s Cove and snorkeling through the reefs with barely anyone else in sight.
My highlights? Dinner at Blu Bar & Grill—grilled wahoo with citrus glaze and Bermuda fish chowder to start. Fresh, island-smooth, and paired with ocean views that made the whole table go quiet.
Plan your vacation:
- Why March Works: Shoulder season, fewer crowds, pleasantly warm weather
- Top Experiences: Horseshoe Bay, Crystal Caves, Royal Naval Dockyard
- Weather: 65–72°F and breezy
- What to Pack: Swimwear, light sweater, sun hat
- Getting There: Direct flights from East Coast cities to L.F. Wade International Airport (BDA)
Panama City Beach, Florida
“This is what spring feels like starting over,” I thought, toes buried in the sugar-white sand as our son chased waves at the edge of the Gulf. The water was still cool, but the sun had returned just enough to feel like a promise. Panama City Beach was relaxed in March—before the big crowds, with the beaches mostly ours and the boardwalks still quiet.
My highlight? A blackened fish sandwich from a dockside grill, eaten with salt still in our hair and the smell of coconut sunscreen hanging in the air.
Salem, Virginia
“You can feel spring working its way in,” I thought as we hiked up to the overlook at Hanging Rock. Salem was still wearing its winter edges, but the sunlight hit the Blue Ridge just right. The town itself felt honest and open—mountain views, old storefronts, a coffee shop where everyone said hello whether they knew you or not.
My highlight? Warm chili and cornbread after a trail hike, with our son asleep across the booth, cheeks pink from the wind.
Fresno, California
“This is what quiet color looks like,” I thought as we drove the Blossom Trail just outside of town. The almond trees were blooming, whole fields dusted in pale pink and white. Fresno in March was calm and floral, with a rhythm that invited you to slow down. We biked farm roads, snacked on citrus from roadside stands, and spent a long afternoon watching ducks at Woodward Park.
My highlight? A blood orange and fennel salad with grilled chicken at a local café—bright, crisp, and exactly what the day needed.
Tampa, Florida
“This is the kind of heat I missed,” I thought, sitting along the Riverwalk with iced tea in hand. Tampa in March was alive—people out walking, paddleboards drifting by, street performers warming up for the weekend. We took a streetcar, visited the aquarium, and let our son splash in Curtis Hixon Park’s fountains while we sat back under a palm.
My highlight? Cuban sandwiches from a Ybor City shop—hot, pressed, tangy, and wrapped in paper we unrolled on a park bench while the breeze kept everything just right.
Hoover, Alabama
“There’s more to this than I expected,” I thought, following the path through Moss Rock Preserve. Hoover was green in March, with just enough bloom to feel like a reward. We walked creeks, climbed boulders, and discovered a family-run restaurant that served brunch like it mattered. The city felt tucked in and thoughtful, perfect for a short pause.
My highlight? Buttermilk biscuits with tomato jam and country ham, eaten slow while sunlight stretched across the wooden floor of the café.
Sonoita, Arizona
“It’s quiet in a way that settles you,” I thought, looking out over rolling hills dotted with vines. Sonoita in March was cool in the morning and golden by afternoon. We didn’t do much. We drove, we wandered, and we let the wind do the talking. Our son chased shadows between mesquite trees, and we found picnic tables with views that felt like a private showing.
My highlight? A picnic of roasted chicken, local cheese, and herb focaccia from a roadside deli, with the breeze sharp enough to make it all taste even better.
Bridgehampton, New York
“I’ve never seen it this still,” I thought, walking the empty shoreline near Sagg Main Beach. Bridgehampton in March was peaceful, with cold air and soft gray skies that made everything feel cinematic. The town was quiet, but the bakeries were still open, and every turn seemed to lead us to a scene worth pausing for.
My highlight? A warm bowl of clam chowder, crusty bread, and lemony greens eaten by the window of a café that smelled like salt and sourdough.
Slopes, steeps, and après-ski in Killington, Vermont
Killington in March was East Coast winter at its best—crisp mornings, fast runs, and cozy taverns. The snow was still solid, the sun stayed longer, and one bluebird day on Bear Mountain, I thought, “Who says ski season has to end early?”
What I Loved Most: Riding down Skyeburst with hardly a soul around, soaking in a hot tub under stars, and lingering over long dinners with flushed faces and happy legs.
My highlights? Après-ski bites at The Foundry at Summit Pond—maple-glazed wings, Vermont cheddar soup, and a crisp local cider. Cozy, classic, satisfying.
Plan your vacation:
- Why March Works: Spring skiing, fewer lift lines, more sunshine
- Top Experiences: Skiing and snowboarding, tubing, mountain views
- Weather: 25–45°F and variable
- What to Pack: Ski gear, base layers, warm après clothes
- Getting There: Drive from Boston or Albany, or fly into Rutland Regional (RUT)
Wrapping Up Your March Getaway
Whether you’re chasing spring’s first wildflowers or winter’s last snowfall, March has a way of meeting you where you are. It’s when travel feels like discovery again—gentle, unhurried, open. Maybe it’s a quiet corner of Vermont, a beachside café in Grenada, or a blooming trail in the Texas Hill Country. Wherever you go, go in search of something simple: warmth, stillness, a little joy.
Jump to a Spot...
- • Wildflower season and slow mornings in Texas Hill Country
- • Pink sands and quiet joy in Bermuda
- • Panama City Beach, Florida
- • Salem, Virginia
- • Fresno, California
- • Tampa, Florida
- • Hoover, Alabama
- • Sonoita, Arizona
- • Bridgehampton, New York
- • Slopes, steeps, and après-ski in Killington, Vermont