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?


On the trail north again after a twenty day hiatus for best-manning in Puerto Rico and road-tripping through remote Oregon, here I reach the Oregon/Washington PCT high point. That's of course the highest point that the TRAIL goes, not the highest point that BOBCAT goes, as you'll know if you've been following along these last few months.

Tim Burtonesque branch spiral pattern in the snowy ground. Joy.

Gibbous moon over the flanks of Mount Thielsen from camp below the summit.

Mt. Thielsen silhouette with moon.

Skies were clear as crystal and that lent to time-consuming sunsets peeeling away the blue and rusting the sky into an orange yellow glow that lasted much longer than the warmth of day did.


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