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?


These flowers grow all over the high parts of Cajas. I think they look like little candies. There's also a sort of fast-food circus-tent color scheme going on there.

Impossible to adequately describe the stark beauty of the landscape. Where I took this photo we were getting battered by strong cold winds high above the lake... clouds were flying by above us and permitting a few patches of stray sunlight to filter down and caress the slopes. These patches of light would glide along the grass-covered knobs and mountainsides looking like shimmering apparitions slipping from horizon to horizon.

There´s one of us on the left descending on the second day. The trail skirted the left edge of that lake below, then descended further to another two lakes which we had to pass before crossing an outlet stream by boulder-hopping, then hiking on the "Incan Trail," and finally catching a ride back into Cuenca.

Chuquiragua, the "Flower of the Andes." These grow in the highlands above Zaruma as well. In fact, I think they have a pretty wide range in the Andes. Lovely orange color reminds me of little candle flames frozen in time.


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