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?


A classy night shot from the campsite in Podocarpus. No idea what time this might have been.

Not too many better ways to wake up than to be greeted by a view like this. Well perhaps if the camp had been left in a tidier state the night before, but I'm not one to be picky in the wilderness...

Chuffmate and I getting ready to learn how to slaughter and prepare a duck for eating. That's a skill that could come in handy one day, if for instance we were to become French chefs or something.

I assure you all that this duck led a truly blessed life. The PCV site where it lived is beautiful and the duck had plenty of friends to roam around with and a pond to swim in. Good fresh feed to eat, and we made its end very quick. And yes that is blood on my face.

Learning how to skin a nice brace of coneys. We goofed up the legs on this one, cutting too far past the skin, but the ones we did latter in San Juan Bosco were A-OK. Learning is a process eh?


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