In
a fortunate addition, I decided to include more than my own
perception of solitude in landscape to the draft of the book. Stumbled
upon an article on John Waterman ( https://sites.lafayette.edu/raicha/files/2010/08/Waterman.pdf ) and subsequently got into contact with
Fawn Carter from the Fairbanks Library in Alaska, which holds an old
Folder of copies from his personal journals during the Mount Hunter
expedition. She was so kind as to scan the documents and I've been trying to decipher them since (between handwritten and just fading in and out typewritten parts). His example is an extreme of irreconcilableness in the gap between homely indifference of natural landscape and the lonely languidness of economic imperative and status connection. His inability to find the community and brotherhood he was craving and me feeling that exact thing for him some 42 years later, seems in itself a hopeful insidence.
Some excerpts: ( I was able to decipher some of his shorts: BP=Bed Prep, TE BR=Teeth Brush, PMED= Pray and Meditate, MB=Masturbate, could not decipher BM although it seems to occur every morning and evening)
My friend Linda, who's been scaling the polar circle North of Sweden while mapping woods on her lonesome for the last years, told me about her love for the moors the last time we talked and I asked her to take some notes and pictures as a contribution..
I'm looking on, would be curious about some beach lobster report notes as well..
