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?


As I may have mentioned before, one of the perks of being LAST IN LINE as far as the northbound 2008 PCT thru-hikers goes is that everyone has passed up the berries while they were still ripening. Yak and I get to invade entire fields of them with reckless abandon. We stuffed ourselves SILLY on berries as we descended into Castella and then filled a Nalgene bottle with the rest, sticking it into a freezer at first opportunity so that later we could put them over cereal and cold milk. For a thru-hiker, the mere mention of cold milk makes our ears perk up.

The making of a dream.

Black Butte, a satellite volcano near Mt. Shasta. This is Interstate 5 as we crossed from Mt. Shasta City to try and hitch back to Castella.

The clerk at Ammirati's Market in Castella was the most adorable girl ever. She took a while to warm to us but eventually was dancing and laughing and making us a gift of one of her beautiful sketches. Thank you, Ammirati's girl! (name withheld for privacy)

The PCT hiker site in Castle Crags State Park.


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