Chronicles of the Wayward Moot

WELCOME TO THE MOOT, oh world-wanderers and word-whisperers. After two years of Peace Corps. After 2,200 miles on the Pacific Crest Trail. What. Comes. Next?


This is the hill right above the city. The result of not enough good vegetation on too steep a slope. Hopefully one of these won't hit my building...

A few of us local volunteers meeting up with the US Ambassador to Ecuador two nights ago. She's the one in the darker blue shirt. She says the trampoline at the ambassador's residence is her addition, and that we're welcome to go boincing on it whenever we're in town. But since we're so far away, I guess that'll be pretty much never.

A nocturnal visitor to the tourism office while I was mucking around here last night. I thought it was a big moth, but soon realized that the thud it was making against the walls was different from the typical giant moth thud. Tastes different than the bats in the caves of West VIrginia, that's for sure.


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