Earlier this week we took an overnight hiking/camping trip to one of the outer French Polynesian islands. That morning we surfed Teahupoo (below sea level) and by that evening we hiked atop a ridge (over 1200 feet) to settle in for the night. Making it just as night fell, sweat soaked and stoked. The moon, nearly full, was the only light needed to set up camp. We laid our heads down and looked skyward. A single shooting star sighted before falling fast asleep, a small palm’s rustle kept deep slumber at bay. We awoke in the predawn hours and watched the sun come up over the surrounding valley.