by Ali Sun Trees on October 12, 2013 · 1 comment

This blog post is in honor of my Dad, Larry Mole Parker,
who inspired me from a very young age to
appreciate the beauty of light in everything I see…
Larry will soon be celebrating his 70th birthday in Viet Nam
and neighboring countries…
Happy Birthday, Dad!

ALOHA and ENJOY a little slice of paradise, our dear family and friends.
All photos here are of our travels on the magical island
of MAUI. It truly is a magical and inspired place!

In my next post, I will share the various tropical flowers I met upon our adventures…


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by Ali Sun Trees on October 2, 2013 · 4 comments

ALOHA from the North Shore of Maui where magic
and aloha spirit blend together in a
dance of ancient alchemic bliss
revealing a magical world living and breathing
beyond all time and space.

Invites reflection and inspires a way of
living life in a very beautiful way.
So, when you visit
be sure to soak in some of
her cosmic rays
and her nourishing light
as it will for sure
enlighten your stay.

Morning until night, spirits dance and weave their magic
through the fronds of the coconut trees,
igniting, inspiring and stoking the cosmic fire
within, above, below and throughout.

Spirits lift as dreams awaken
becoming REALity.
Maui is a place where rainbows light
the way in very powerful ways.

A trip to Hana is a deeply magical,
whimsical and a heart centered journey.
However, that’s just the start.
To know her is to feel her,
as her pulse is a very powerful

What is so beautiful about Hana
is how she takes you by the hand
whisking you into
her magnificent world.

Inside the deep and expansive
mysterious bloodline
of our true ancestry,
she meets you there.

All you have to do is listen,
feel and trace the patterns
inside the womb
of her earthly abode.
For, she is there waiting for
you with candlelight
offering you a reflection
so beautifully of
who and what you truly are.

Oh how the waterfalls
trickle and flow,
guiding one
through an ultimate cosmic cleanse
Naturally and spontaneously
nourishing all the spirits
On this wild blue green earth.

Mama ocean is powerful here.
Yes, indeed!
She will teach you, shape you, form you,
spin you, and spit you out back into the world,
just as she will hold you, caress you,
cleanse and rejuvenate you
while inviting you inside the
her abundantly rich and colorful world.

So be aware,
And take care
as one step inside,
will most likely transform



May you be touched by the aloha
spirit and the beautiful pulse of
Mother Earth.

PHOTOS to follow soon…

Also, you can catch me
on Facebook at (ALISUN TREES) where I have been posting photos
more regularly…happy trails!



We are traveling through another dimension on the road to Hana, a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind; a journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of imagination. That’s the signpost up ahead—our next stop, the Hana Lava Tube.

Lava in and of itself, is ridiculously cool, right? It is, after all, molten rock expelled by a volcano. Now imagine that lava coursing through a giant tube from a volcano to the Pacific Ocean. And that tube just gets bigger and bigger over time, because guess what? Molten rock melts rock. And in that tube, all kinds of crazy stuff happens, from chocolatey stalactites to blind crickets.

So these enterprising guys have the rights to an access point, charge $12.50 a pop, lend you flashlights and optional hard hats and you’re on your way. And its about as cool as “lava tube” sounds, sans actual lava.

(h/t Rod Serling)


Aloha from Haiku, Maui

by Tyler on September 24, 2013 · 0 comments


Aloha readers:

Owl and I talk about you every day. I feel remiss in not sharing our every gecko, waterfall, bamboo forest and accidental nude beach with you, no matter how mundane that may sound.

Tomorrow we leave for a night in Hana. We hear the drive out there is kinda nice. We’ll take some photos.

Yesterday evening, we braved the frigid arctic moonscape of Haleakala Summit (that’s it above). More on that in a future post.

We’ll be in touch soon, promise.



Leg 4: Hawaii and Asia

by Tyler on September 4, 2013 · 0 comments


Bubba and Spooky greet us outside our Ventura bungalow (behind the white picket fence).

We leave Ventura early tomorrow morning, SBA-PDX-OGG. In 26 hours, we land on Maui. This is the fourth leg of our digital nomad adventures. Our return in February will take us right up to 2 years on the road. I’ve been making lists.

In the final day, a varying carousel of emotions:

  • ready
  • confident
  • excited
  • nervous
  • grateful
  • blessed
  • having fun

The road ahead:

  • 09.05.13 – 10.05.13 | Maui, Hawaii
  • 10.05.13 – 10.25.13 | Kauai, Hawaii
  • 10.26.13 – 10.29.13 | Osaka, Japan
  • 10.29.13 – 11.05.13 | Kyoto, Japan
  • 11.05.13 – 11.10.13 | Nara, Japan
  • 11.11.13 – 11.18.13 | Bangkok, Thailand
  • 11.18.13 – 11.20.13 | Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam
  • 11.20.13 – 11.25.13 | Mui Ne, Vietnam
  • 11.26.13 – 01.07.14 | Chiang Mai, Thailand
  • 01.07.14 – 01.12.14 | Luang Prabang, Laos
  • 01.13.14 – 01.16.14 | Seoul, South Korea
  • 01.16.14 – 01.18.14 | Honolulu, Hawaii
  • 01.18.14 – 02.02.14 | Big Island, Hawaii

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My body is vibrating at a different frequency right now. It’s an infrequent yet familiar rush. It comes when the leg starts. February 2012, leaving for Panama and Mexico. June 2012, leaving for Europe. And now.


It’s now a little over eighteen hours until touch down in Maui. Getting late here on the west coast when I need to be up early. 6am pickup, and onward!


Where is home?

We are repeatedly asked this. There is not an obvious answer. AliSun may reply, “home is wherever we are.” I have been calling Ojai our “home community.”


We have no house to return to from the road. Just a modest office-slash-storage space holding the dwindling remains of the way we used to live.

Having a home does have it’s appeal, but perhaps less appeal than it used to have. Last night, I missed having our own well-outfitted kitchen – the only room in the house I miss. I am more inspired to take a cooking class in Thailand than I am to prepare a simple dinner, which is an unintended consequence of perpetual travel.


My name is called. I present my insurance card. Prick. The needle slides into my vein, blood is drawn. I never look down.


Even if Ojai was more home than anywhere else, time flies past like George Clooney in Up In The Air. I have meetings, oh so many meetings, keeping the work pipeline full. We see friends and family, swap stories. There are doctor appointments, dentist visits, car maintenance, tax preparations, thrift store drop-offs, REI runs, DMV crawls. Note to self – schedule a checkup with the eye doctor. It feels like we squeeze a year’s worth of errands into the month where we’d rather sink in and decompress.

We have nine days in Ojai, three weeks in Ventura, then SBA-PDX-OGG. Five months on the road, the first month in Maui. Where is home?


I’ve traveled fairly far and rather wide over the past fifteen months, but going back ten years or more, one question I’ve never been able to answer in the affirmative: You’ve been to the Grand Canyon, right?

And as we drove out in March, stayed in Sedona, had breakfast in Flagstaff and headed east on I-40 to Albuquerque and ultimately Santa Fe, I assumed that the Grand Canyon would have to wait for another day.

We planned to visit Bryce and Zion (as in, You’ve been to Bryce and Zion, right?) this week en route to relatives in Reno and beyond to Guerneville. Virtually all lodging was sold out and the drive would have been punishing. So we opted to return back through Flagstaff for three days, making the trek up to the Canyon.

Following are some images from a beautiful, warm, windy spring day on the South Rim. We took a short hike down Hermit’s Rest on the western edge of the national park.

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A big, long trip is a life event. It stays with you, fills your soul with experience, colors your view. There is a lot to plan, but it is easier the second and third and fourth time around. It is exciting planting a seed and seeing the plant grow, flower, leaf, fruit.

We considered destinations for the fall and winter. Hawaii? South America? India? The trip began to coalesce around two seeds, one planted in Hawaii, the other in Thailand.


The email arrives from Hani. You may remember her from Edinburgh last July. She and Andrew are celebrating milestone birthdays. In November, at her aunt’s beach resort in Vietnam. We look at the calendar, sounds great, we’re in.


Hmm… we’d be missing Loy Krathong, a Thai festival that occurs nationwide on the evening of the full moon of the 12th month in the traditional Thai lunar calendar. Or would we? We look at our dates, decide that a week in Bangkok prior to Vietnam would be a great stop.


The southeast Asia dates would work even better if we stopped over for a couple weeks in Japan. It turns out that Kyoto, famous for it’s cherry blossoms in the spring, is equally gorgeous in the fall (photo credit).


South of Kyoto, midway to Osaka, lies Nara, the capital of Japan from 710 to 784. They have temples and deer. As good a spot as any to celebrate AliSun’s birthday.


Following Vietnam, we embark to Northern Thailand – Chiang Mai – the digital nomad capital of the world. Five weeks, maybe six, we still have to work out Thai visas. Neither of us are feeling particularly drawn to doing a visa run. (photo credit)


The best part? We don’t know what lies ahead. We don’t know what experiences will be most memorable, what will stay with us for decades to come. We don’t know until we go. And so.


I am experiencing the lasts. The last time we eat at our favorite New Mexican joint. The last time in Eldorado, where we spend the day touring art studios and having a glass of wine with Judith and Will. The last time playing with the guys at the tennis table club. The last time at Lan’s, Taberna, Counter Culture. Maybe not the last time at The Tea House.

We leave Santa Fe in two days. We had planned five weeks, extended it to eight. It is easy to live in this city. It’s packed with art, cuisine, nature.

I have a number of experiences I still want to share on the blog: Tent Rocks, Ghost House, Abiquiu, the School of Cooking, the Miracle Staircase, to name a few.

On Wednesday morning, we leave for Flagstaff, Mammoth, Reno, Guerneville. Something more global and tropical in the fall. Until next time, Santa Fe.


A text appears on my cell phone from a dear family friend, Judith Jones.

“You MUST go to Bandelier.”

It just so happens to be that Bandelier is in fact written in the stars for us today!

Bandelier is the indigenous land of the ancestral pueblo people, also known as the “Anasazi.”

Beyond the inspiring and lively city of Santa Fe, New Mexico, lie ancient relics of the past in the form of caves, kivas and fabulous rock formations. With Siri’s guidance, we are off and running without a hitch. For those of you that have not been properly introduced to Siri, well she is Tyler’s personal female digital guide who seems to pop up at every turn with her bold and crystal clear digital voice offering directions downloaded from within her inner compass. She has been quite helpful, although there are those moments when it is wise to follow our own intuition and go with the marked signs on the road. :)

Long gone are the days, it seems, is the stoic presence of the “The Thomas Auto Guide” in ones car. You know the ancient “Bible” from the past that religiously blessed all the cars since the 1950′s. Oh sadly, how it seems to be a relic of the past for those of us aligned with the digital age.

I vividly remember the day my mom swore against releasing me out onto the streets and freeways of Los Angeles, until the day I learned how to read these maps from front to back cover. She was fairly quick to take back this crazy idea realizing by the blank look on my face, at the ripe age of 16, that I may be 25 by the time her natural gift of map reading would flow naturally and spontaneously through my veins.

Long live Victoria Joy the Roadmap Queen! :)

Bandelier is a good hour from Santa Fe. The Bandelier National Monument is a 33,677-acre National Monument that preserves the homes of the Ancestral Pueblo People.


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