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?


Reaching our morning goal and ready for an oatmeal breakfast.

Constantly changing forms of stone keep inquisitive eyes occupied. (Whoah, that sounded poetic.)

Wandering down in the dregs trying to reach the mighty Colorado River below camp.

Last light on the "Temple of Osiris" I think it's called.

Last light on the crumbling ridge.


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