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?


The graded path leading us down off of the cone.

Some wonderful unexpected trail angels that we ran into while hiking the road out of Butte Lake towards Hwy 44. They gave us what could only be described as the BEST watermelon EVER. Chilled, tiny seeds, and so so sweet. Then they dumped a bunch of Crystal Light tea packets on us. I probably took too many but they said they only were going to be out for one more day and that we could help them by taking some more. They ALSO spoke a bit about working at a school in Morocco and that sounds interesting so I'll be checking that out as an option perhaps for work one day.

We're on a road to nowhere...

Once we got a hitch off of the broiling hot Hwy 44 (102 degrees out there) into Old Station (I completed the road walk the next day to maintain my unbroken footsteps) we made our way to "THE HIDEAWAY AT OLD STATION," a famous trail oasis hosted by FIREFLY and FIREWALKER (Real names have been withheld to protect the generous). Here's where we reunited with Chick Magnet, pictured here on a bunk in the beautiful tree house - the second I've slept in on this trip.


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