Author: Anastasia Allison

“Not I, nor anyone else can travel that road for you. You must travel it by yourself. It is not far. It is within reach. Perhaps you have been on it since you were born, and did not know. Perhaps it is everywhere - on water and land.” — Walt Whitman Our final stop on our 11 day French Polynesia trip was the island of Huahine (pronounced 'oooh-ah-hee-nay').  Huahine is actually two islands that are connected by a small sand bank at low tide.  Huahine Nui is the, "big Huahine", and Huahine...

“Time and silence are the most luxurious things today.” — Tom Ford This is my second installment in my series about our weddingmoon to French Polynesia.  If you haven't done so already, go back and read about our first stop in the Tahitian Islands - Moorea.  After spending an amazing four days (and getting married!) on Moorea, we headed to the airport for a 45 minute flight to Bora Bora.  Our travel agent made all of the arrangements for us, but essentially, you buy an inter-island plane...

When I met Aaron, I told him that I was never getting married.  After essentially being a complete failure (in my mind) in the realm of relationships for the majority of my life, I had decided that there was simply no way that marriage was a good idea for me, or anybody else.  Aaron is literally the best person on earth, and he never pushed me or pressured me into changing my mind.  As our relationship developed, and as soon I stopped being completely ridiculous,...

“Humor is the good natured side of a truth. ” — Mark Twain If you've been following my blog, you will know that over the past several months, I've written a serial adventure chronicling our 9 days on the Wind River High Route.  It was a major undertaking for me, because my typical adventure stories are relatively involved and emotionally charged - so it isn't something that I can sit down and spit out in an hour at the computer. Looking back on my Wind River High Route...

“Here is my secret. It is very simple. It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; What is essential is invisible to the eye.” — The Little Prince, Antoine de Saint Exupery I started thinking about writing this final Wind River High Route entry into my blog on our very first day of hiking the route -  in fact, I started thinking about it within the very first mile of setting foot on the trail.  Honestly, it tormented me a little bit - there...

“Live your questions now, and perhaps even without knowing it, you will live along some distant day into your answers. ” — Rainier Maria Rilke The Wind River High Route does not "let you out" without a fight.  As rocky and strenuous as day 7 had been, day 8 would prove to be just as challenging.  We woke in our tent to a bitterly cold morning and a spectacular sunrise.  Achingly familiar with our daily routine, we loaded up our packs (which were now, mercifully, much lighter), and...

“Adieu to disappointment and spleen. What are men to rocks and mountains?” — Jane Austen After a half-day rest and a good night's sleep, we woke up on day 7 feeling (somewhat) refreshed and rejuvenated - well, as much as one can feel rejuvenated on the High Route, at least.  We were awake, I was able to eat my breakfast bar, and all of our limbs were functioning - the benchmark of a successful morning.  We started early in the morning, so that we could ascend Blaurock Pass...

“He found himself understanding the wearisomeness of this life, where every path was an improvisation and a considerable part of one’s waking life was spent watching one’s feet. ” — William Golding, Lord of the Flies The morning of day 6 dawned clear and frigid.  We were sleeping in every single layer of clothing, so waking up posed a slight challenge - namely, it was way too cold.  Over the years, I've come to realize that one of the hardest parts of climbing a mountain is getting out...

“Now is life very solid or very shifting? I am haunted by the two contradictions. This has gone on forever; goes down to the bottom of the world — this moment I stand on. Also it is transitory, flying, diaphanous. I shall pass like a cloud on the waves. Perhaps it may be that though we change, one flying after another, so quick, so quick, yet we are somehow successive and continuous we human beings, and show the light through. But what is the light?” —...