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?


Dad fiddles with his phone in front of one of the more grungy hippie homes.

That's a little nicer. The weather is probably like this all the time.

Strange spiked high heel shoe guarding a tangle of internet cables strung out to the houseboats. This sight seemed to fit perfectly with the general anything-goes ambiance of the place.



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