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At the risk of being reprimanded for reposting a previous post I made, I'm going to spin this off from the Urban Survival Knife topic as this is a subject near and dear to my circumstances.
Here in Suburbopolis there is little forest left, few clean streams, and a general lack of game (save for creatures named Spot, Whiskers, or Fluffy). This is Long Island, a 125-mile long by 15-mile wide land mass encompassing Brooklyn, Queens, Nassau, and Suffolk counties. I peg the population at approximately 7-million semi-human beings. Supplied by truck, surrounded by water, and accessed by (essentially) three (3) bridges to the main-land, if the poop hits the blower this place has the potential to become Zombieville right fast. I used to think me, Mrs. Q, Quette, and Qjr. would join the great exodus when The Big Pain comes and head into northern New York State, and I made many plans to undertake such a trip. Then I began to ponder whats on the other side of the water (DC to Philly to NYC to Boston...maybe 50 million more humans). I started thinking about the refugee stream, the panic, the herd instinct, and my thinking changed. I now plan to "hunker down till things settle down" and Ive undertaken preparations for this new plan.
So there you have my situation in a nutshell.
The purpose of this topic is to uncover preparations and strategies that one might use "to get back home" to the family at the hunker down palace in the event of catastrophic disaster.
Let's assume you are me, and that your work takes you all over this island. The stuff has hit the fan, your vehicle is disabled, and you find yourself 60 miles from the family home. To be united with your family you have to walk home, a 60-mile hike through Suburboplian panic hell.
So I ask you, "what's in your trunk?" What do you carry? How would you travel? What would you do?
I have my preps, my plans, and my fantasies about how I will do it, but I am very interested in the many ideas and scenarios that your insights may uncover.
Thanks.
Q
P.S. Please don't say "move now!" This is presently not an option.
P.S.S. Carrying a firearm is not a realistic option here on The Island.
Here in Suburbopolis there is little forest left, few clean streams, and a general lack of game (save for creatures named Spot, Whiskers, or Fluffy). This is Long Island, a 125-mile long by 15-mile wide land mass encompassing Brooklyn, Queens, Nassau, and Suffolk counties. I peg the population at approximately 7-million semi-human beings. Supplied by truck, surrounded by water, and accessed by (essentially) three (3) bridges to the main-land, if the poop hits the blower this place has the potential to become Zombieville right fast. I used to think me, Mrs. Q, Quette, and Qjr. would join the great exodus when The Big Pain comes and head into northern New York State, and I made many plans to undertake such a trip. Then I began to ponder whats on the other side of the water (DC to Philly to NYC to Boston...maybe 50 million more humans). I started thinking about the refugee stream, the panic, the herd instinct, and my thinking changed. I now plan to "hunker down till things settle down" and Ive undertaken preparations for this new plan.
So there you have my situation in a nutshell.
The purpose of this topic is to uncover preparations and strategies that one might use "to get back home" to the family at the hunker down palace in the event of catastrophic disaster.
Let's assume you are me, and that your work takes you all over this island. The stuff has hit the fan, your vehicle is disabled, and you find yourself 60 miles from the family home. To be united with your family you have to walk home, a 60-mile hike through Suburboplian panic hell.
So I ask you, "what's in your trunk?" What do you carry? How would you travel? What would you do?
I have my preps, my plans, and my fantasies about how I will do it, but I am very interested in the many ideas and scenarios that your insights may uncover.
Thanks.
Q
P.S. Please don't say "move now!" This is presently not an option.
P.S.S. Carrying a firearm is not a realistic option here on The Island.