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?


Flappin the gills below Paila del Diablo before the forgotten underwear waterfall incident.

Now here's a pretty thing... right before the mini waterfall we jumped off of, we encountered this strange rock formation which forced the falling water to hit a lip of stone and shoot UP in an arc about twelve feet high. A waterfall that goes up...the gang from Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy could run their improbability drive quite effectively on this piece of geomorphology/hydrology.

Gratuitous blurry skivvy pic. Back when I still had hair ... SIGGGGHHHHH.

Jumping off by the lower falls where Romel thought he had left my clothes above and it turned out he had done nothing of the sort. Funny story at the very least, just glad he didn't actually fall to his death while climbing up to fetch the clothing that wasn't there.

Another forlorn hair-memorial image. Are you curious yet? Yup, I look a bit different these days. Gotta wait for the photo evidence...


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