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?


Here are some photos lost in the void from this past summer.  Good friends and I took a trip to the Great Smoky Mountains for some backpacking.  It was a great idea until we realized we'd chosen some of the most difficult stream crossings in the entire park.  It had been raining and it was cold.  And there were bears...

At least there was Putt Putt golf.  54 holes of it.  Too much of it actually.  Old MacDonald's Farm.  Where Pigs Really DO Fly.©


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