After I wrapped up my school project and took a few days’ break, I realized that I wasn’t really finished; I was just getting started. A year in geologic time is next to nothing; from the land’s point of view, it hardly even happened. How can we presume to know a place in that span? Try walking quickly through someone’s house, then going back to find their spare butter knife. Not so easy, is it? I find it much the same with a new region.
It is only now that I am learning where to look, and finding people to ask, and gaining an understanding of how things are around here. At my previous serving job, the manager who hired me told me in training that they expected us to take a year to get fully comfortable in the place, to learn the menu inside and out, and to grow familiar with their seasonal rotation of specialty items. If that is true for a restaurant, the how much more so is it for this place? Or any place, for that matter?
So, I’ll keep going on about what we eat, and where we get it, and where it comes from. I’m going to start a separate blog for the travel pieces, and maybe another for the more general environmental issues. And bikes. I’ve got to update the “Bookshelf” here too.
All that tomorrow, or after; now it’s bedtime.