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?


Behold the FIRST interior shot of the tree house. I know that it's not as fantastical as El Castillo was in Zaruma, and there's definitely not a rooftop terrace with a view out over the Andes, but it does have air conditioning, a heated shiatsu massage chair, and a wooden Buddha. That's my aunt checking out the massaging papasan.

Walk a few steps away and you'll find the Abita River meandering its tannin-colored way through the oaks and pines and ancient cypress. This sandy beach is just a few turns down the river (really a creek this far upstream), reachable by fiberglass boat or kayak or just swimming. That's something that El Castillo never had.

This was before I moved in. There are some little doodads and natural art things that I've added already. Good energy in this place for sure.

Want to be close to nature? You got it here. Oak leaves touch the wraparound deck in two or three places and every morning I can wake up to an avian chorus.

Yellow spot = Piece of the perimeter wall from Woodstock 99. Lower right reddish thing is my kayak waiting for me to take it out again.


Blogger Admin said...

Seems like a paradise in touch with nature.

6:38 PM  

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