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?


Yurt posse. Represent.

Reading by headlamp glow as the heat radiates from the stove. Simple living is the best living.

Cooking gumbo up top and throwing in an unexplained Nutella shot just for fun. This was before the heat really got cranking, thus the jackets and hats.

The following day I began heading south towards San Francisco to visit a college friend living in Berkeley. Leaving the moist and cold Oregon behind us we were greeted with this amazing view of Mt. Shasta just after crossing into California. Coming from the Peace Corps and then the PCT, I'm still amazed by hot water coming out of a tap and the speed with which we can travel across the landscape (when in vehicles and not walking step by step). It took just a few lazy hours to cover a distance that it took me weeks to do on foot. So it goes.

Light playing on estuarine mud fields as we enter the Bay area.


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