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?


The horrid little fish that haunts our deck at night. Nemos, be warned.

Confused inverted tumbleweed? Mt. San Jacinto looks on, wind-whipped snow dwarfing airplanes overhead.

I fear I'm missing out on this special brand of gluttony back in Louisiana right now.

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