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 Pinnacles, Crater Lake National Park. We finally made it back down to the magical Crater Lake and hit some spots that I'd missed my first time through. These spectacular pinnacles resulted from an unlikely process involving massive ash layers being penetrated by fumaroles releasing superheated gases which cemented the ash layers together, eventually being the only things remaining once centuries of erosion has scoured away the loose surrounding ash. Must be 50-70 feet high, some of them.

Beauty speaks for itself.

Zoom in to see the Old Man of the Lake, a floating pine log that is held vertical in the water by stones caught in its long-dead root ball. Apparently he's been wandering the lake for centuries. No word on any Old Lady of the Lake.

Still sporting the hawaiian shirt that I picked up in Puerto Rico. Works well since I think my Sierra Designs sun shirt is still knocking around Seattle or Portland somewhere. Just went AWOL somehow.


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