My wife and I got wood. The wood shed is about 40 feet from the house. One wheel barrel heats the house for 2 days. About 4 big armloads. It was a little above 0 F. The snow is like baking soda and squeaks under your feet. The wind blew about 40 mph. A gust blew snow off the shed and down into my coat around my neck. Not fun I thought. Then I thought about the folks that lived right here a few thousand years ago.
She "Honey I just had another baby. I'll go wash him off in the snow."
He "Is that number 6, or 7?"
She" That 8 but only 2 are alive now."
He " I'll take this stick with a sharp rock tied to it and go cut down a tree and drag it back for firewood."
She " Can you pick up some groceries on your way home?"
He "Sure if I see a critter and it doesn't eat me first. If I make it home I'll spend a relaxing afternoon
Making arrowheads and spearpoints.
We talk about surviving. And getting ready for shtf. Can you imagine hard was for them? I drove to town in a heated car on slick roads. Even in this tiny town I was amazed how much stuff was on the shelves in the grocery store and how little work it was for me to get them. When I got home I spent a relaxing afternoon reloading. Those people back then were tough! Can you imagine living without cars, electricity, cell phones.
food from the store, or birth control? I hope we don't find out, but we may. Solution, Prep More.
