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?


The night that we camped below Pride Rock we were treated (after finding the water joyfully) to a cosmic sunset with absolutely noone else around for miles. To the West of the mountains the sun sank like a radioactive orange lozenge into the sea of clouds that cut off the coastal part of El Oro from the view we enjoyed.

In the other direction (Chivaturco below and to the right in this photo) wild clouds soared across the still windy sky, buoyed aloft by the playfulness of their briefly-granted colors.

Some things are too good to be true...these pictures are not some of those things....although for reasons I don't fully understand they look superimposed and surreal. Straaange.

Heading out the following morning on our 7,000+ foot descent to Huertas, here's one of the several rainbows that led the way, a sea of morning clouds in the distance.


Blogger Jade said...

Wow, so beautiful!

2:23 AM  

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