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?


Magic Wizard soaring near Lake Almanor where I stealth camped last night.

Some cool kids I met at the Pine Shack Frosty down the street. I hear that it's the best shake on the trail. After Nelda's Diner in Lake Isabella I have to disagree, but the shake I had was the BIGGEST so far. Their double deluxe bacon cheeseburger was fantastic too.

Too bad Mt. Lassen didn't decide to rumble while I was dining there...

Signs, signs, everywhere signs, blockin out the scenery, breaking my mind.... do this, don't do that can't you read the signnnnns?


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ronald Reagan, then governor of California, spoke for many Americans when he defined a hippie as someone who "dresses like Tarzan, has hair like Jane, and smells like Cheetah."

9:19 PM  

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