Heather Antonissen

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I was sailing along happy as a clam when all of a sudden my little boat found itself headed straight for the mouth of Monstro. There was no escaping the powerful current headed straight into that big and gaping hole. Who would have thought the depths of this beast would turn out to have so many wonderful and scary surprises. These pages are all about that voyage into the deep. Maybe we'll make it out the other end. If not, it's sure a wild ride!



Travel Blog Posts


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singinwildflower
October 6th 2007

When the alarm clock rang at 4 o’clock in the morning, the face of the glowing dial nearly met its demise on the corner of the nightstand table. It was much too early to be doing anything, much less gaining consciousness, and all I could grasp in my half deranged state was my need for more sleep. Fortunately, however, I was able to gain enough presence of mind to remember why I had set the timer for such an ungodly hour in the first place: my faithful ringer was eagerly reminding me that it was time to head out for a special event—the 2007 Balloon Fiesta in Albuquerque, New Mexico. A friend had mentioned the festival two weeks earlier. “Tom and I are going to head down to the balloon festival on the 6th to check ... read more



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June 9th 2007

After being on the road a month, finally getting out of California and into another state seemed a significant accomplishment. I felt like things were finally moving along, and I was eager to build on the momentum accrued through my explorations of the wilds in California, ready to launch even further and farther into this epic adventure. The cosmos, however, had other ideas. On my second official day in the southwest, my travels came to a screeching halt….or I should rather say: a crunching/grating/grinding/“did I run over a pile of cats?” halt. As I was pulling out of the exit from a beautiful State Park outside of Payson, Arizona, I heard the most horrific, grating, jarring, crumpling sound I’d ever heard come from a car, a sound that echoed in the cavernous recesses of a sickened ... read more



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singinwildflower
June 3rd 2007

As I headed out of Death Valley with its bizarre and surreal terrain, I decided to take a side trip over to Red Rock Canyon outside of Las Vegas, NV to do a little rock climbing. Having tasted the joys of scrambling over massive boulders of sticky granite in Yosemite, I was intrigued by what might be waiting in this little, rocky hideaway. My body had other ideas however. Rather than jumping onto the beckoning canyon walls, I found myself nearly passed out in a hidden oasis called Mountain Spring Ranch. Horses were having a languid brunch in the shelter of massive, craggy monoliths; and low, quiet oaks were lazily waving their arms as they woke up to the birds and morning light peeking over the mountain range. Stepping into that tranquil garden seemed to ... read more



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May 28th 2007

Before I went into Sequoia/Kings Canyon, my friend Jessica recommended a great little town called Visalia that she had visited one weekend. Turns out, it's a stop-over for bands traveling between LA and SF and has quite a happening music scene. As fate would have it, the road out of Sequoia Canyon went right through Visalia, so I decided to stay over a couple of days with her friend Richard. I ended up having the time of my life. Not only was it great to sleep on a real bed (ok, futon), have a shower every day and have cell phone reception (ah, the simple pleasures!), Richard and his awesome posse of town folk were absolutely wonderful. Richard is a rockin bass player and played in four shows while I was there. The weekend was ... read more



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May 18th 2007

After the grandeur, magnificence and overwhelming POW! of Yosemite, Sequoia/Kings Canyon was a tender experience. It actually took me a few days to stop comparing the two parks and to settle into the beauty and uniqueness of this tucked away paradise. Rather than having "spots" where one hops out of the car to take a photo, Kings Canyon was more of an atmospheric experience: hiking trails that ran along rivers as they meandered over boulders, through pools and under meadow grasses; miles and miles of gradually changing ecosystems and slowly changing canyon views; walks through magical settings that imbued a sense of reverence and awe. In this gentle wilderness, the largest living entities on earth are found. Four of the five largest trees in the world are found in Sequioa National Park and being among ... read more



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singinwildflower
May 6th 2007

After a couple of weeks of hiding at my parents house in mortal terror of what was to come, I was finally dropped off (literally) at Yosemite's doorstep. (Thanks again, Mom!) The morning she left, I hid under the covers for an extra half hour hoping to postpone the eventual moment when I would officially be---ALONE! As much as I was excited by the idea of traveling and exploring California and the Southwest, the sudden and disruptive manner in which this opportunity came to me still left part of me nervous, anticipating more disaster. Being out on the trail, however, immediately allayed all anxiety (or at least most of it). An undulating path of granite stones to scramble on, a cold blue reservoir in a warm summer day, wildflowers, waterfalls and even cute little bears ... read more






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