Sleep is the poor man’s dinner. —Alexandre Dumas, The Three Musketeers Glowing screens and interfaces surrounded me in the darkened. How did I never notice before that vending machines contained food? Bizzare concoctions that had never before interested me now had my full attention: sloppy joes in miniature bread bowls (microwaveable!), chocolate tacos (now with dairy-based … Continue reading Urban Forager, Day 5: The Illusion of Plenty
Hunger is the best seasoning. —Ken Follett, Pillars of the Earth I need to depart from my usual writing style. At the time I am writing this it is Day 6 and I am behind on things. How does one get behind when you have basically nothing to do except live? One acorn at a … Continue reading Urban Forager, Day 4: Acorn Season
The first sensation I became aware of was one of suffocating. Why can’t I breathe? What was on my face?!? Get it off! Get it—there. No, still trapped. I pulled myself out of whatever horrible thing I was stuck in and drew a breath of cold, oxygenated air. Calming down, I tried to figure out what just happened.
Congratulations, said Sarcastic Neil. You just learned how to get out of a sleeping bag. Continue reading Urban Forager, Day 3: Blank Space
After a night of fitful sleep I eventually crawled out of my tent at 9:30 AM, seeing no real reason to leave it before that. After a quick bathroom trip–the “real reason” for my eventual exit–I headed off in search of food. On my way, I walked by the Marriott Center and found tents set up … Continue reading Urban Forager, Day 2: The Worst Berries of All Time
I trudged along the hill in the dwindling light. I needed to find shelter, and soon. Perhaps one hour was left before even the hint of sunset would fade. My day had not started as smoothly as I’d hoped. When I arrived at the outdoor gear rental for a university close to my parent’s house, … Continue reading Urban Forager, Day 1: In Search of Shelter
The Quest During the next seven days, I will be attempting to survive in the wilds in and around my college campus by eating exclusively whatever I can gather and forage. I don’t mean dumpster-diving. I mean roots, berries, fruit, very small rocks—you name it. Want to know if I make it or not? I will be … Continue reading Urban Forager, Prologue: A Week in the Winter Wild