No such thing as luck

The weather has turned, what had heretofore been the crisp cold of snow and ice has turned towards the damp and bone chill of rain in winter. Thus, I have stuck to hiking along any tarmac available rather than bushwack through the rain-drenched forests. Nothing leads to hypothermia faster than being cold and wet. Even so, I am forced to make camp early some days to dry out my socks over the fire to stave off the bugaboo of frostbite. Having already lost one toe to this malady I choose caution over fortitude in dealing with these conditions which I admit have been unconducive towards furthering my search for evidence of the North American Wood Ape. One often hears or reads eyewitness accounts of roadside encounters with Sasquatch from which one might infer that physical evidence could be present along roads that pass through highly active areas of reported activity. Perhaps I may “luck out” if one chooses to ascribe to such a thing. To me, the term luck is employed merely as a way to excuse a lack of preparation and diligence in one’s chosen undertaking. Therefore, being lucky is merely a product of mastery acquired through many years of sustained application of knowledge and effort.

Now to address my current plan of attack. I previously mentioned recording the lore around my subject that Native Americans have been collecting for hundreds if not thousands of years. Mainstream Academia has once again fallen prey to the intellectual vanity of Eurocentric science which discounts the data collected by indigenous peoples across the globe. This scientist plans to leave hubris by the door and leave no stone unturned in is search for answers.  I may be the only researcher currently compiling this wealth of information which is a prospect I find stimulating in the extreme. But now, my Pringles call to me as does my bivy-sack. I bid my readers adieu for the nonce.

Native American rock depicting my quarry.