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?


Can anyone explain this to me? Am I the only one here who's confused? Sheesh.

And here is the good man, trail name Honeybear (PCT 1996) who hosted me at his home in Bishop. He's quite the wonderful guy, and has a bit of a jigsaw puzzle fetish. Those two world maps there are part of a four part set of 18,000 pieces. He's got dozens or hundreds more mounted on cardboard and his whole trailer is decorated with them everywhere. Truly impressive. And something else impressive is this other bit of trail coincidence: Two days before I met him, he had gone up Kearsarge Pass to see if he could help out some thru hikers, give them a ride or what have you, talk some trail chat, and guess who he ran into and gave a ride to? Yep. The one and only. He said she was skipping and running down the trail happy and in a hurry because she was hungry. Haha, I totally know what he means! Well, fluff, the trail works its magic in strange ways, eh? Wherever you are, I'm glad that you're having a great time and no longer carrying the burden of being a Chuffmate.


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