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?

5/08/2008


Ahh, Emily preparing the Saturday night prime rib dinner. Mouth-watering and the price was right since we were getting room and board covered for working. Sweeeeet.


The selection of hooch on hand was quite impressive as Ed and Billie, the operators of Drakesbad, are German and Swiss respectively and have a healthy respect for the hiker culture and and enthusiastic appreciation for good beer and wine. Lucky us!


Lumber-YAK getting his shorts and chaps style on.


Oh cool, yet another all you can eat buffet style sandwich for lunch.


Some of the other employees took us to a secret-ish swimming hole on the freezing cold Hot Springs Creek yesterday. I love the spontaneity of this place and these people. It was very hard to hear that news that they were running out of work for us to do and that yesterday was our last day on the clock. Not a bad place to take a "zero week." Not sure exactly what I'll do now about finishing the trail, but a prominent idea is to hitch a ride up to the northern terminus and hike SOUTHBOUND back to Drakesbad/Heaven on Earth. We'll see how that plan works out. I certainly plan on finishing the entire hike between Mexico and Canada, but now I'm flexible as to the order and direction I go as long as I don't skip any miles.

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