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?

20/07/2008


Yup. Desolate. Glittering lakes, acres of huge trees glowing with green moss, and a bounty of beautiful campsites. Sounds desolate to me.


Trailhead restroom gunshot vogue. Get it? Got it? Good.


The only picture of Lake Tahoe that I'm gonna post. It's a big blue lake filled with speedboats and surrounded by mountains. What else can one say about it? Mantenga Tahoe Azul! This was a nice sunny viewful spot to grab some lunch with Wild Child and Glitter Bomb.


Glitter Bomb being knighted with his trail name, forever solidified into the legend of the Pacific Crest, forged by fire and ice and mosquitoes.


Yesterday hiking up a slope completely filled with a flower called Mule's Ear. If ever there were a plant to use as toilet paper, this would be it.

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