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[ When you go downriver in the fall, you see racks of salmon, like red
[ jewels, split down the center and hanging in smoke to cure for the
[ winter. Against a turquoise sky with summer green turning into
[ the bittersweet red, they make a memorable picture.
[ I don't know if I can explain satisfactorily, but in the Native cultures
[ here, food and its availability and means and methods of gathering
[ are very important in a sense I can only describe as spiritual.
Hi Kathleen - really enjoyed your thoughtful narrative on northern
subsistence lifestyles. It's a keeper.
After yearning for the tropics during my stint as a wannabe
fruitarian, I'm gratified to realize that there are elements in my
own backyard (Alberta, Canada) that also appeal to me at a base level.
Thanks for taking the time to share your observations.
Jo
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