…about food. More specifically, I’ve been wondering about what our ancestors ate. Not our immediate ancestors like the ones from before there was a McDonalds on the corner, or the generations before that, the farmers who ate what they grew, but the ones we really evolved from. The hunter/gatherers that lived for hundreds of thousands of years, thousands of generations, with essentially no change. What did they eat? They probably ate anything they could get their hands on, pull from the ground, pick from a tree, chase down and kill with a stick, or find dead lying along the road. They were probably hunter/gatherer/scavengers. Fruits, vegetables, animals, bugs. I wonder if they ate any beans or grains. Could they eat anything that had to be soaked or boiled before it was palatable? Can you walk through a field of wheat, nibbling off seeds from the top of the stalks? Is there any nutrition in that?
Gulf Waters
A frigatebird flyover.
Morning shade
Poor Annie
Mom put this on her for no reason… Well, actually, Annie had some surgery. The Elizabethan collar helps the stitches stay in as long as they’re supposed to.
Kayaks
Our kayaks have been idle for a long time, so a couple weekends ago we got the boats out, loaded them on the car, crossed the ferry, met up with Jeff and Carol, put in, and paddled at Lighthouse Trails Kayak Park. The park is really simple; it’s some tidal flats filled with small islands and mangroves, with the Lydia Ann Lighthouse on the other side. Nothing grows very high there, but from kayak level you can’t see over the brush, so you need a map. We have a map of the park. It’s an aerial photograph of the area with kayak trails drawn over it. Funny how the view from three feet off the water looks so different from the view from straight above though. We never got anywhere near the lighthouse; that challenge remains; but we had a great time exploring the mangrove flats and watching the wildlife.