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?

2/11/2008


Enjoying the view from atop a relatively recently erupted cinder conee on the north end of the Three Sisters Wilderness. I apparently climbed up the several hundred foot high cone the hard way, only discovering this as I was readying to descend with seven archetypal crows cawing overhead. No adequate way to convey to you how windy and cold it was up there.


Oregon has been pretty good for rainbows. The Cascades do create a rainshadow that results in the eastern part of the state being called a high desert.






Lava flows and snowbanks and the rain and wind so hard it knocked me off of my feet and into a pile of volcanic slag.



Mt. Washington and Three Fingered Jack through the rain and mist. of late October.


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