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?


Some peculiar fellow was on the boat with the rest of us landlubbers and he really stood out. His garb consisted of hiking shoes and a full pinstripe suit and tie. Here he is looking a little windswept on the rim or Wizard Island's crater. It seems like it'd make a good movie poster or something ... some haggard business executive standing on the tragic brink of a volcano deciding whether to end it all! Even weirder was that he arrived at the Cleetwood Cove trailhead on a motorcycle. In his suit. W.T.F.

Bobcat, whale, and PCT map bandanna. And a view clear across the six miles to the far side of the caldera.

Some lingering snow patches are still melting this time of year and so hey Nonny Nonny wanted to take a peek at those as well. The non-raquet-ball-blue here indicateds shallower waters.

See the face in the stone? Looks like a cross between a muppet and one of the Mowai from Easter Island.

Back on dry land, I stripped down and hit the water several more times. It's a 700 foot climb back to Crater Rim Drive and so it didn't matter that the water was frigid, the climb would warm anyone up in no time.


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