As promised, here are scans of the few pages I took on our ski trip. There is a lot to be communicated in such a small amount of writing, my mental state being quite apparent.
I have recently been designated head orienteer for Expedition Lapland. Luckily, I have zero orienteering skills but an uncanny knack for both the conduction of research and absorption of knowledge. We will be largely be traversing the country by way of frozen rivers and snowmobile trails, but all of the travel necessitates a competent navigator.
Upon receiving this title, I promptly set up in the tiny yet effective Fayetteville Public Library to launch the research mission.
I am a vegetarian.
That does not mean I consider fish an acceptable protein source. One who eats no meat with the exception of fish flesh is called a pescetarian, not to be confused with a vegetarian; one who consumes only plant derivatives, or piscivore; one who eats a diet primarily of fish.
My dietary choices are not to protest or draw attention to all of the horrid animal cruelty, but for, in my opinion, a much more noble morality. If I kill it, and feel the necessity to do so, then and only then will the flesh of another animal pass my lips in the form of sustenance. I have no right, morally, to consume another animal I had no part in creating or terminating. I also lack the need for protein in said form while living in a civilized society where protein comes easily from other sources.
After much consideration, I have decided that it is acceptable to attempt, and I say ‘attempt’ due to my utter lack of angling skills and knowledge, to supplement my diet while skiing across frozen country in the middle of nowhere (see previous post) in order to not only decrease the amount of food weight I must haul but also as a more substantial source of protein and vitamins than lightweight freeze dried just add hot water meals.
In regard to this decision, I spent a day at the tiny but effective library of the town where I live conducting some well needed research concerning ice angling.
This coming spring I am flying to Finland with my bicycle, my skis, my warmest clothing and my friend, Alan. We plan to ski from the eastern side of Lapland to the western side; from the Russian border to the … Continue reading