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?


Filthy soiled underwear on a stick. (Not mine or any thru-hiker's ... they were size 2XL)

Vasquez Rocks and a Rockette pose near Agua Dulce on the hike into the Saufley's famous place.

Staying one night in Los Angeles goofing off with some old friends from the college days.

You had to be there.

My amigo has two pet sugar gliders that we got to muck around with. Adooooorable but kinda strange in that they don't have complete control over their bowel movements or bladder functions. The explanation is that they are tree dwellers and they normally just go whenever they need to. However, I noticed that they never go in their own little pouch. I think it's a scam.


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