Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Stuck in the Desert #2 3.9.2006
All is not lost. Senselessly, our present predicament wiped from my mind a truly wonderful gift, graciously offered by the desert the previous night. After our initial breakdown, we cautiously brought the Stingray back to Solitaire for the night. On the way, we passed a dying jackrabbit on the road, clearly a recent victim of some mad trucker futilely chasing a fading sun. Andrew, a Green Peace activist following close behind in a rental with Tuuli and Mike, pulled over to put the poor jackrabbit out of its misery. Upon completion of the painful deed, Tuuli turned to Andrew and asked if he had a bag. He did and Tuuli, to his surprise, wrapped up the jackrabbit and tossed it into the car.
Is it normal to be extremely excited about the prospect of devouring road kill? Is it acceptable to swerve at wildlife scurrying across the roads? What if Tuuli decides she wants to keep the pelt of last night's dinner and wear it as a scarf? I no longer have the capacity to answer these questions from a Western mind set. This doesn't bother me in the slightest. All I know is that I am exceptionally hungry, I haven't eaten decent meat in ages, and there is a fleshy jackrabbit sitting in front of me, waiting to be cooked. We have been abandoned in the desert by Tuuli and Mike. Nate is salivating with hunger. There is no time to spare. The jackrabbit must be eaten.
All is not lost. Senselessly, our present predicament wiped from my mind a truly wonderful gift, graciously offered by the desert the previous night. After our initial breakdown, we cautiously brought the Stingray back to Solitaire for the night. On the way, we passed a dying jackrabbit on the road, clearly a recent victim of some mad trucker futilely chasing a fading sun. Andrew, a Green Peace activist following close behind in a rental with Tuuli and Mike, pulled over to put the poor jackrabbit out of its misery. Upon completion of the painful deed, Tuuli turned to Andrew and asked if he had a bag. He did and Tuuli, to his surprise, wrapped up the jackrabbit and tossed it into the car.
Is it normal to be extremely excited about the prospect of devouring road kill? Is it acceptable to swerve at wildlife scurrying across the roads? What if Tuuli decides she wants to keep the pelt of last night's dinner and wear it as a scarf? I no longer have the capacity to answer these questions from a Western mind set. This doesn't bother me in the slightest. All I know is that I am exceptionally hungry, I haven't eaten decent meat in ages, and there is a fleshy jackrabbit sitting in front of me, waiting to be cooked. We have been abandoned in the desert by Tuuli and Mike. Nate is salivating with hunger. There is no time to spare. The jackrabbit must be eaten.
1 Comments:
Sorry to kill your fun at having such "drastic" dilemmas... but I know people who harvest fresh roadkill here in Vermont. And skin them and save the pelts. Wild meat kicks ass, after all those store-bought styrofoam-wrapped antibiotic-fed stuff. You should know that, after all the kickass bush pig in TG! Just not as... umm... "romantic" a method of obtaining it. Plenty sustainable, though.
Keep up with your crazy adventures, gives me something fun to fantasize about in this wacked out world of toubobadou.
~sarah grimm
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Keep up with your crazy adventures, gives me something fun to fantasize about in this wacked out world of toubobadou.
~sarah grimm
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