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?


There was enough time while camped on the side of the road for a day and a half to putter around in between poops and assemble a rock snake cairn to entertain the passersby. It should be noted at this point that Hwy 2 is closed and there is no vehicle traffic here. In fact, the cliffside was crumbling the entire time I was there and I kept waiting for a big boulder to come lunging down the slope and take out the tent. Never happened thankfully.

A typical view from the 25 mile "post sickness" day. Nearly no visibility and frigid temperatures all throughout the day while in a shroud of life-draining mist.

Walking through a tunnel with white ghost mist at both ends is a surreal experience not to be missed.

Stupid pine cone tricks, take 3?

The stone sign marking the completion of 400 miles near Camp Glenwood Cabin. WEET.


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