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As I'm actually writing this post on October 20th I hope by the time it publishes our county will have repaired the partially collapsed road near our house. While it's closed we are forced to drive many miles out of the way just to run our usual errands. Only we still have another month of hurricane season, and two more storms were named yesterday, and things here in the country generally move at a snail's pace, so I'm not optimistic.

Losing the use of just one road is a bit of a preview of a much worse disaster, and what that might force us to do. If we couldn't drive to get what we needed how could we run errands, and what we could carry back and forth? I see us riding bikes and using backpacks, which at our age wouldn't be fun, but is still doable. My guy still rides his bike around the neighborhood for exercise, while I use my stationary bike. The nearest town is five minutes by car; that would be twenty minutes one way by bike in optimal conditions -- assuming we could get to town without interference.

Folks here are mostly good church goers who believe a lot of conspiracy theories and are armed to the teeth. It might could get dicey out there.

I'm grateful that I did create a second/emergency pantry, and new ways to store water, but I have more thinking to do, and new preparations to make. Just in case.

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Maria Zannini said…
Blogger swallowed my much longer comment.

In summary, we're in a similar boat.

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