Chilling Out

The question I ask is probably square one of introductory anthropology, and anyone in that field already knows the answer, but in these days of single-digit temperatures, I have to wonder why human beings ever began spending time in cold climates, let alone settling in them.

Our original, unclothed ancestors must have been born into warmth. During periods of variation from the ideal temperature, seeking relief in water, shade under vegetation, or shelter in caves would have provided all the defense they needed. But why on earth did it ever seem like a good idea to struggle against freezing temperatures, snow, and ice to find food and keep warm enough to live?

Once curiosity had made us venture from our tropical base, was it just easier to build a fire and set up camp than to trace our steps back home? Or can it be that the satisfaction of survival is so gratifying that, on some level, it’s worth the struggle?