State of the Homestead

These are unprecedented times.  We're still on the tail end of the Covid pandemic, two straight years of a contagious and dangerous virus and the political shock waves that accompanied everything about it from wearing masks to getting vaccines to gathering in public.

Now there's a European war, and we are wondering what's going to happen here in the United States.  My friends in Alaska, relatively close to the aggressor, Russia, aren't too concerned yet, but likely will be if things escalate.  That being said, Alaskans are tough, and would likely be the second to say "go fuck yourself".  Here in our little Coloradan hamlet, 100 miles from one of the US military's most strategically important command centers, we are simply hoping for a nice, constant, easterly breeze if things go wonky.

The preparations are, however, commencing.  All of our camping and survival gear has gone into our little trailer.  Income tax returns will help fund the maintenance needed for the vehicles.  The question has been raised on whether or not arming up is the best idea.  We aren't there yet, but I have to admit, I have shopped around for a pump-action 12-gauge.  But as much as I do respect being prepared, my first choice would be to avoid making these BattleWagon Chronicles about actual Battle.  I would rather take my family and go to places I know will be off the radar, places where we can live off the land in peace and safety, learning and using skills to accomplish this as a family, as a team.

I don't know what's going to happen in the coming days, weeks, or months.  But I do know that we can explore the world, see the mountains, the deserts, the oceans, the plains, on our time, regardless of whatever the rest of the world sees fit to get itself into.  That is freedom.