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?


Mountain psychiatric blotch patterns. What do you see?

Ahh, more nude Bobcat. I'm attempting to film myself doing a back flip into this glacial meltwater but this was the only good shot the camera took. c-c-c-c-c-COLD water.

The trail isn't always ups and downs and spectacular cliffsides. Sometimes it's just miles and miles of meadow and forest. This is Lyell "Canyon," coming into Tuolumne Meadows in Yosemite National Park.

At the Tuolumne campground I ran into some other hiker friends who were throwing a hiker feed, a bit of trail magic. This is Miss Potato Head, or Miss Pot-Head for short. Her mother who was in charge of the amazing spaghetti dinner and blueberry pancakes the next morning assured everyone that her daughter does NOT smoke marijuana. Spaghetti, sausages, garlic toast, wine, eggs, bacon, blueberry pancakes, coffee, and much much more. This was one great trail stop.

Tortilla chip with butter on it. Need the calories!


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hey, I'm going to be in the bay area next week (the week of the 14th). Give me a call if there's any chance you're still in the area. -JC

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