#3: By Foot The hunter-gatherer draws back his slingshot to obtain the basis of tonight's squirrel stew. As he patiently waits for the rodent to actually pause, he thinks of cheating the squirrels out of many of the acorns next year that the tribe could save and eat. Zap! goes the slingshot, and the poor head of the squirrel is knocked out forever. Back at the ecovillage, our hunter-gatherer's mate and their children are getting ready to cook wapato from the bottom of the ponds, flavored with dandelion, plantain, rose hips -- and squirrel meat.
Later there will be a story around the fire and some dancing. Then they can forget that all the big trees are gone, and old style dugout canoes can't be made again for a few centuries. But the old fiberglass sailboats still float, and they bring supplemental foods that are traded for by the tribe's meager surpluses. One day, he dreams crazily, we'll taste again the delights of coffee and chocolate brought from the tropics on the wind and waves.