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?


Getting my kicks up top.

Then letting my feets air out a bit.

Got bold and moved closer to the edge to let them feets air out some more. Of course I tumbled out of the headstand and everyone up there gasped. No worries, people, I'm as nimble as a drunken mountain goat.

Maybe this is a little safer? I figured that if that rock was gonna fall it would have done so a long time ago, HUH.

Another amigo, Breezeway, rocking some tunes up top. He actually made a call on his cell phone up there but I won't embarrass him by posting a picture of him doing so. Boy smokes like a chimney but made it up no problem. Nice.


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