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?

16 Aug 2006


Still riding on the ranchera roof, we hit a delay in this parroquia which was having some sort of big folklore celebration, perhaps because of their newly painted church/Leprechaun Palace.... they had done a livestock auction a few months ago to raise money to buy a clock for the tower.... the church had been there for at least fifty years I think.

When riding on the roof of a crazy mountain truck you sometimes have some strange bedfellows. This poor guy was tired and thirsty and didn't have the benefit of some cool shades to keep his eyes out of the sun and harsh powder and dust clouding the air.

Sunset after that Cerro de Arcos dayhike. This is from the hill above my site, which is a favorite sunset watching place of mine now, for obvious reasons.

To the left is a little glow from a miner's flashlight on the hillside. The line of light in the sky almost at the ridge is a satellite flying across the heavens... this was a fifteen second exposure.... also from the hilltop.

There's our CRUZ on the hilltop. Hehe. Hehehehehe. Never mind.

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