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?

10/10/2008


That's a little better. Cold out here though, so back into the tent for more attempts at sleep and writhing in body aches, etc.



The tent is hidden in the rocks to the upper right of the lake where the stone holding it onto the slope is thinnest. That's where the outlet stream goes and where those flower closeups were shot.


Same viewpoint, same time of day, just different camera settings to bring out another mood of the place.


One of the most colorful and vibrant sunrises of the trip so far was the next morning, the morning of the first day of REAL rain that signalled the beginning of a storm that was to nearly do me in. I guess it was a "get up and go" sign, or a final goodbye from the mountain sort of thing.


"This is the real world."

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