tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415303878397584142024-02-20T15:07:12.912-08:00Journal of a SurvivorJonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07041372518026028618noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1141530387839758414.post-44732175965928830242011-05-05T11:43:00.000-07:002014-06-02T11:46:48.700-07:00Spring's workSo... there's some stuff I can't talk about getting ready to go down. Maybe next time.<br />
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But I can talk about this...<br />
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We put in the garden - actually we put in about one and a half times the amount of garden we normally put in - in roughly the same amount of time. Having Anna around helps a lot, she's really good at garden work. Jack was almost tempted to put in twice the amount, but if we didn't eat the overstock he wasn't sure if he could trade enough of it without spoilage. We are going to try to get a second crop though. That was big last year. We've also started laying in the foundation for the expansion of the barn, and Jack and I started talking about the greenhouse I want to build more seriously.<br />
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We decided we'd add it on to the barn, which means I really need to get the glass thing figured out fast. The original barn was built with concrete footings and while we could get some of that from Bottineau, Jack decided to try using locally sourced stone - its hard labor, but it should work. We're digging slit trenches down about four feet, then drilling another foot below that with a post hole digger. Then we'll put in the posts we're going to use as our wall supports, fill the trenches with three to three and a half feet of stone, then backfill the rest with dirt. We've got one wall segment done and the posts are really sturdy... but its really hard work. We've also had to pack more dirt down then I expected as it settled. Thats made things even more sturdy, I think. Still... work like that is going to take us most of the season.<br />
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Tomorrow we're going to take one of the horses over to the Odegaards and get them started plowing the field. The garden tractor we've got could do it, but we don't have enough gas that either group is willing to burn, and we do have a horse and the proper plow. Neither of those boys has ever done it though, so Jack is going to have to give them some 'dual'. I still don't really understand that use of the term.... hrm. I suppose that'll mean more reading for me.<br />
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I was going to go with and learn some myself, but Anna asked if she could go - and Jack doesn't like leaving the Farm unattended since the bandit incident so I'm elected to do the daily chores alone and keep watch.<br />
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Thats ok, though - I've been looking forward to a little alone time.Jonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07041372518026028618noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1141530387839758414.post-65376954543583691202011-04-30T21:00:00.000-07:002014-06-02T07:55:44.591-07:00PlansBeen a pretty good month so far - almost all the snow is gone - and we've started working the garden ground - its not quite ready to plant - its frozen too many nights - but at least the ground has been worked for when we *are* ready.<div>
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Jack and Anna are still talking more or less behind my back, but I finally found out what they're talking about. Jack pulled me aside earlier this week and told me she wants to get her little sister out of Bottineau. She's almost old enough to be 'married' off - and Anna doesn't want her to be. I'm not sure where she's supposed to stay exactly if we do get her out of there - Anna's been living in our old storage area but thats not really a proper room. I suppose they could share though. If her sister is as good a worker as she is, it'd work out - I think. Might be a tight year or two but we could get production up to cover them.</div>
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From what Jack said, we're going to try to get her out when we go into town this spring. He's got a couple ideas but he has to bring the neighbors - specifically the Odegaard's in on it. Makes sense, since they'll be going into town with us. He hasn't told me *how* this is supposed to work though.</div>
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So I don't think about it too much, I've been pouring myself into figuring out this glass idea. The first stepping stone is building a kiln that can handle the temperature. We can get soda and lime... I just don't know that I can get it in the amounts I'm going to need. and I won't know till we try if the sand on the river banks is mostly quartz or not. I'm also not sure what I'm going to use to melt the glass since the heat required is so high that any metal container we could fabricate would melt before the quartz would - even if we can get the soda and lime.</div>
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I found the plans for a simple kilt online built with mud bricks though - and I've been working on that when my other chores allow. Its cold, wet work - but its not too hard. There isn't much clay up here, but I've found a couple deposits and have been mixing that into my mud. It might be possible to make a container out of the clay... but I'm not sure. Good Ceramics require a lot of ingredients I don't know that I'll be able to make.</div>
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Jack thinks I'd be better off collecting old poly and melting that - and he's probably not wrong but if I can come up with a way to make glass - even if its not as good as glass from back before the Fall, it could be a new source of barter for us.</div>
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Jonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07041372518026028618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1141530387839758414.post-10599340641774668742011-04-13T02:09:00.000-07:002012-07-18T02:27:02.151-07:00SpringSpringtime is finally starting to roll in with a vengance. Our melt started properly in the first week of April and the ground is just about to the point where we can start getting ready for the first crop of the year. <br />
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Last weekend we got together with the Odegaards for a sorta 'spring feast'. Thier larder wasn't nearly as deep as ours and they'd been down to jerky and some preserves so they were quite pleased to have a big meal with us - we let them keep the leftovers. We then headed over to church on Sunday for the first spring service. It was good to streach the legs - see people we haven't seen in some time - and make a little joyful noise as Jack calls it.<br />
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He tends to lead in hymns - his voice is just that much better and stronger then the rest of ours.<br />
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I figured out what I'm going to do this summer. We tend to start our more suseptible plants in doors, but with more people to look after this year, having a proper green house might really help us along and let us get in a few crops that Jack only tries on *really* good years. Probably won't be in rotation this year - but I think I've got a good plan laid out.<br />
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Jack is a little questionable on where I'm going to get enough glass and lumber - I want to make this a real permanent structure - especially with the expansion of the livestock barn we're going to have to do - but I've got a plan. I'm going to make my own glass.<br />
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I did some looking up on the internet about it and I don't think its going to be easy... but I think with Brock's help I can get it done. Gonna require at least a couple trips to the river though. And a lot of heat. Jack says I need to run it through engineering first. I'm not quite sure what that means.<br />
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On a different note, I caught a snipet of Annabell and Jack talking recently. I'm still not sure about what all they're talking about, but Anna really wants to get someone, or someone's out of bottineau. It doesn't sound like Jack is *against* it so much as he's against going up against an armed militia who's been in control of an area for almost as long as he's been up here.<br />
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I see his point... but I hope we do something. Bottineau is bad news. I'm not really sure what we *could* do about it, but I think we should do something. We've got to go into Bottineau soon too - once the road gets a little better we'll hitch up one of the horses and go. But that might not be until May.Jonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07041372518026028618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1141530387839758414.post-2068919478203352522011-03-04T00:25:00.000-08:002012-07-18T00:42:49.436-07:00A little bit of warmth. Sorta.Its started to warm up here in the north land after a very cold and snowy year. It hasn't broken out freezing temps yet - but its been averaging about 20 degrees for the past week - which is pretty comfortable, honestly - after subzero temps for almost two months.<br />
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Jack's had me out splitting wood, and we finally cleared the yard out to the old highway - so if we *need* to we can try to get somewhere. Still a lot of snow though. We turned a lot of it into ice bricks, which was cold, wet work - but it got the job done without having to visit the Mouse this year.<br />
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Still haven't seen the folks over in the old Ashiem place, but they check in every couple of days by radio. Its been a very slow winter.<br />
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Anna and Jack have been talking about something when I've been out doing chores. I'm not sure what. But its starting to bug me. I mean - I get that whatever they're talking about is private - but I live in the house too, and it feels like whatever they're talking or arguing or whatever about, they keep talking about it silently - when I'm in the room<br />
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Its really annoying.<br />
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But whatever. <br />
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Yesterday I spotted, and shot a doe - one of a few that must be eating at our feeders - and hauled it in after gutting it. Not a pleasant bit, but at least in the cold, the smell stays down. Jack showed Annabell how to skin the doe and set the skin to cure. Then we butchered the doe, and put the meat on ice - using some of it to cook up a pretty tasty roast for the evening. We ate late that night - but it was worth the wait for the first fresh meat in over a month. <br />
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Dunno what we're gonna use the skin for yet, but I'm sure Jack will come up with something.<br />
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Part of my homework this week has been to come up with a summer project. Something I want to do on my own. Jack was non-specific as to *what* said project should be, but he pointed out that both Brock and his brother are quite handy metal workers and know how to weld and shape metal, and I already know basic carpentry and subsistance farming and hunting. <br />
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Not much metal work that needs doing right now though so I'm still thinking on it. Maybe I'll think of something that will let me put all of that together.<br />
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Hum. I need to do some reading.<br />
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Anyway I think thats it for now.Jonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07041372518026028618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1141530387839758414.post-71503084907685108622011-02-04T04:04:00.000-08:002012-07-14T04:14:03.045-07:00March of CambreadthWell, it looks like our friend on the East Coast made out alright. Its nice to have a little bit of *good* news now and again.<br />
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Jack was... interesting after writeing that last post. I was in the other room reading a book (Starship Troopers - good yarn if you can find it) when suddenly the main room was awash in the sound of bagpipes and a rather angry sounding singer.<br />
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The song was The March of Cambreadth - and while it appears Goethe didn't have to do much in the way of the song's tag line I thought I'd share it.<br />
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Well, thats not really honest. My homework today was to either transcribe the lyrics, or find them online, and then figure out how to share the song.<br />
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So...<br />
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Here we go.<br />
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Lyric:<br />
Axes flash, broadsword swing,<br />
Shining armour's piercing ring<br />
Horses run with polished shield,<br />
Fight Those Bastards till They Yield<br />
Midnight mare and blood red roan,<br />
Fight to Keep this Land Your Own<br />
Sound the horn and call the cry,<br />
How Many of Them Can We Make Die!<br />
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Follow orders as you're told,<br />
Make Their Yellow Blood Run Cold<br />
Fight until you die or drop,<br />
A Force Like Ours is Hard to Stop<br />
Close your mind to stress and pain,<br />
Fight till You're No Longer Sane<br />
Let not one damn cur pass by,<br />
How Many of Them Can We Make Die!<br />
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Guard your women and children well,<br />
Send These Bastards Back to Hell<br />
We'll teach them the ways of war,<br />
They Won't Come Here Any More<br />
Use your shield and use your head,<br />
Fight till Every One is Dead<br />
Raise the flag up to the sky,<br />
How Many of Them Can We Make Die!<br />
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Dawn has broke, the time has come,<br />
Move Your Feet to a Marching Drum<br />
We'll win the war and pay the toll,<br />
We'll Fight as One in Heart and Soul<br />
Midnight mare and blood red roan,<br />
Fight to Keep this Land Your Own<br />
Sound the horn and call the cry,<br />
How Many of Them Can We Make Die!<br />
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The song can be heard at this link: <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=1AKP7I0Ul18">The March of Cambreadth</a>Jonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07041372518026028618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1141530387839758414.post-36834791940413631392011-02-01T19:02:00.000-08:002012-07-08T19:23:16.140-07:00Hijack.Hello world, its Jack again. I just happened to be 'grading' Jon's work when I saw Gothe's comment.<br />
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I'm probably too late but I'll try anyway. Girl, you've got a choice. Stand and Fight, or Cut and Run.<br />
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Chances are, Standing and Fighting will get you killed. However, Cutting and Running pretty much guarentee's you are leaving your mother behind, and you might just die out in the cold. So its a tough choice. But you make it now.<br />
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Ok. I'm going to assume you've made you choice. Now read fast. I bolded the headings so you can skip to the right thing.<br />
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<b>CUT AND RUN:</b><br />
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If you cut and run, it sounds like you got things packed up in that little boat of yours. You grab what ammo for the rifle you can. You mom isn't gonna make it to the boat, but I'd bet a lot of money she'll hold em off. You need to get out of the house via some way thats not obvious - and you need to be willing to kill anyone that gets between you and the boat - and do it fast. And preferablly quietly. Thats going to mean work with a knife.<br />
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Three spots on a man worth hitting with a knife by a smaller person. Neck works if you can reach it, but its a lot slower then most people realize. Make sure its all the way across, so you cut the wind pipe and reduce the chance of them calling for help.<br />
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From the front, you go for the belly, or the groin. In either case, you then pull up to the sternum and in. Its messy and you will get bloody. But it'll do the job. Probably lose the knife along the way - but you're in a hurry. Consider it a worthy loss.<br />
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You get to the boat, and you *fly* Don't look back. Time for grief later, when you're safe.<br />
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<b>STAND AND FIGHT:</b><br />
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The trick to fighting larger numbers is to funnel them. In a Victorian style house that's hard - and walls don't do much to stop bullets. Neither do couches. More then likely if you put up a good enough fight they'll just try to burn you out. So you if you've got a cellar, thats your best bet. It'll cut down the routes to you to maybe two, and if you clog em up with stuff, and shoot careful you can clog em up with *people* too. Try to put something heavy, and metal up as cover. It can still be shot through, but if you back it with something, you might stop *some* bullets. Sand is best, but I doubt you have sand bags just laying around. Human bodies, work pretty well, piled up in a pinch, but you probably won't have the time to go retrieve em as you make em.<br />
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Pick where you're going to fight from and get set. Get every last bit of ammo you have for the shotgun and the rifle, and get a secondary weapon, like some knives or a hatchet at hand. <br />
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You're going to have to be fast because you won't have much time. You get *all* that ready, and they still ain't come - you might consider being offensive. Mobs like the one that's running your town are only as strong as your leader. Kill him, and the other 'head honchos' and the town just might rise up and throw off the lot of em.<br />
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Not a great chance, but its better then nothing. In this case, the size of your house works for you. Get to high ground, out on the roof, and take your shot. You only get one. Second in command is already dead. Kill the boss, and the mob will probably attack, but if you can wound em enough, they'll back off. Remember. You get *one* shot. Then you hightail it back to the house, and downstairs to cover.<br />
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When the fight starts, force yourself to take your time. Sounds backwards but the old saying goes, slow is smooth, and smooth is fast. Better five aimed and effective shots then twenty that don't hit the target.<br />
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Good luck, and I hope we hear good news. God speed girl.<br />
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-JackJonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07041372518026028618noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1141530387839758414.post-16109560111714516272011-02-01T00:07:00.000-08:002012-07-08T19:01:27.894-07:00Little thingsTemp came up today to a balmy -5F and I got the hell out of the house for about five hours. Did the due diligence with the herd, then shouldered my rifle and took a walk just to get away for abit.<br />
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I ain't very good at reading women folk, honestly - but I think Annabell wanted to bend Jack's ear about something, and was just *waiting* for me to get the hell out.<br />
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Which was just fine, I needed the space. Didn't spot any game, which isn't surprising out this way, but some of the feed trough's we keep up year round to get em coming round had been well foraged. I refilled em with a little seed corn, then mostly sat and thought.<br />
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Been a while since I did that, with nothing but a little wind, and the shelter belt to keep me company. Its... relaxing I think.<br />
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I sometimes wonder what I'd be doing now, if the world hadn't gone all to shit - if I'd be fixing comnputers in some store in the mall or maybe tinkering with cars instead of scraping out a living with an Uncle that's not blood.<br />
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Not that I'm complaining mind, all things considered I got a good life. Jack's a hard man - but he's just a hard man because thats the kind of man he had to become to survive. I've heard him and the 'Gaard's talking. They all miss the 'good life'. Jack's biggest miss? Delivery food. I can't even imagine what it must be like to call someone up on a phone or radio, and them deliver a hot meal to your door.<br />
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I've been trying to decide what I want to do with my life lately, and I'll be honest, I dunno. I don't get a lot of socializing out here - but there ain't much to move too. Jack owns a lot of land out here - most of its not in use - I'm sure if I asked he'd give me a hundred acres or so and help me set up a place. <br />
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I'd like that - but as much as I need my space sometimes, I don't really want to be alone.<br />
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And its not like there are a bunch of people lining up for the chance to live with me. So I guess I'll stay where I am for a while yet. Something will come along.<br />
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Oh - so we've finished Jack's project. I thought he'd set up a still or something - we do brew a little beer in the fall - but its a lot simpler then that. And, actually pretty smart, I think.<br />
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I mentioned that we usually go out and haul in big bricks of ice from the mouse river - which we haven't done yet this year on account of all the snow. What we did was build a cauldron which has some copper tubing connected to a form. We put it outside, start a fire under the cauldron - a small one - and then dump snow and ice into the cauldron, which feeds the heated water into a form about the size of the ice blocks we use - and then the ambient air freezes the blocks we need - no need to go get em ten miles away.<br />
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Pretty smart really. I don't think I'd have thought of that til much later in the season, if at all. But that's Jack - always two beats ahead.<br />
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Battery's getting low again. Time to sign off.Jonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07041372518026028618noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1141530387839758414.post-46349000642086199302011-01-31T00:13:00.000-08:002012-07-04T00:32:36.450-07:00Back.So, yah. Thats some good information from Jack.<br />
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To reply to Gothe's question about airplanes - no. Airplane's aren't very common. Apparently our new comers used to make their living building airplanes and they'd bunkered supplies. They used the airplane to fly up here because it let them spot trouble before it got close. <br />
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Its the first one I've ever seen in my years - and its not very big. Don't know how Brock folds himself into it, honestly. Figure if you did find someone with a working model, and the fuel - the flight would be quite costly.<br />
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Winter's still trudging along. Its colder then average this year and it's burning through even more wood then usual. Lots of heavy snow too - just going out long enough to tend the little herd we've got has become quite a chore. Temp's been down around twenty below for almost a week. That's *bone* chillingly cold. <br />
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Since we're stuck inside, Jack's been making me read more again - let me put down the history book and pick up some of his small collection of fiction. He's got some pretty good yarns. <br />
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We've also started fabricating something out of an old barrel that we rolled in from the scrap heap. I'm not sure what we're going to *do* with it yet, but we cut it in half and welded a cover on one of the halves, and its kinda starting to look like a stove.<br />
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But we have one of those already so that can't be it.<br />
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Annabelle's certainly good with a needle and thread - she's finished two new quilts, using scraps of clothing we were no longer wearing, but saved for various reasons - and is working on two more. She gave me one for Christmas - and I have to say I really like it - its quite warm. She tried to give Jack the second one, but he told her to keep it for herself since he had plenty of things to keep him warm at night and she's still light on good clothing. I figure she's going to give one of *those* to Jack, no matter what he says.<br />
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We talk to the trio at the Ashiem place every day, but we haven't seen them since Christmas - with snow this heavy, making the slog is... well not fun. Probably won't see them again barring an emergency until we start to Thaw, sometime around March.<br />
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I have to admit, I'm getting a little stir crazy this year. Haven't even been out to hunt there's so much snow - and this may be my home, but its getting a little crowded with the three of us. I've been a little... more beligerent then either Ann or Jack deserve on occasion, but there's just not enough room.<br />
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Hopefully the weather will take a positive turn and I can at least get outside for a while - even if its just to trudge through the snow for a while.<br />
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Anyway, battery's getting low again and we haven't had good sun in a while... so I best get back to doing something else.<br />
<br />Jonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07041372518026028618noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1141530387839758414.post-21783591686921060592011-01-08T14:31:00.000-08:002011-01-08T15:43:31.188-08:00Traveling in the New WorldHello World. This is Jack, I'm hi-jacking Jon's little Journal here to get a message out. Its a directed message, but it'll have some good information in it for anyone looking to get a change of scenery.<br /><br />Ok. Travel. First off, in the northern climes - anywhere it freezes consistantly, or you get snow that sticks around for any amount of time there are specific times when Travel is something you might consider, and Travel should *not* be considered.<br /><br />Winter is one of those times when you should *not* consider travel. Unless you have a vehicle, and every drop of fuel you'll need to get you from point A to point B, and a guarentee of decent roads, traveling in the winter is for emergencys only. And even if you have the above, I'd wait for spring if at all possible. The human body does not take kindly to cold. You burn my calories in the winter and thus need to eat more just to keep moving. Things that we take for granted, like staying dry, maybe scrounging for food, or hell, just *walking* are made exponentially harder in the winter. More over, shelter and warmth are extremely hard to carry with you during the winter. If you've never experienced near hypothermia, its very easy to get yourself in a place where you 'feel' warm and comfortable, and then go to sleep and never wake up at all. Winter is for staying Warm. First, foremost and always.<br /><br />When I was younger, before the undead rose, staying warm was still important, but there were good roads between everywhere, and the governments kept them clear in the winter and fuel was never a problem, so winter travel wasn't just a possibility, it was a norm.<br /><br />Today, none of that is the case.<br /><br />So, lets talk about long distance travel. First, you need to know where you're going, and you need *multiple* maps, and practice using them, and a compass. Sure, an old highway map and some tenacity will get you going, but the highways, and the cities on them are still crawling with those damned beasties. Some of em fresh, some not so much, but all it takes is a scratch or a bite and your trip ends. So avoiding those things is rule one.<br /><br />That means side roads, or offroad whenever possible if you're not driving. Which, brings up another point. If you're going to walk a long distance, you need to set some realistic goals. In theory, a person could walk an average four miles per hour for ten hours a day. Thats a whole forty miles. The trip from Maine to North Dakota - much less an actual location would take you at *best* around twenty five days - of nothing but walking - and thats assuming you stayed on course, and could ignore terrain features like oh, the Great Lakes, for example.<br /><br />The reality is you need to carry everything you need on your back, or the back of an animal. A horse would make this trek a lot easier on a person, but it also increases the difficulty because yes, a horse can forage, but they can't forage everywhere, and they need a lot more water to keep going then you do. It also makes you a bigger target for opportunists.<br /><br />And since weather is always a factor, even in the warmth of spring summer and fall, you'd have to carry a few layers of clothes, and would need to stop to make shelter and gather calories fairly frequently. So, you're looking at eight hours of travel, at best, with four hours or more setting up shelter and looking for food, and another eight of sleep, and then four of packing back up and moving again. Now in our hypothetical journey of a thousand miles, it'll take you thirty two days to reach your destination. Again, ignoring terrain.<br /><br />But terrain is important. Some of it, like rivers and lakes, if you find boats and helpful people, might speed your journey. Most of it will slow it. Worse, there are going to be people between here and there that make the way your little town is governed look like *heaven*.<br /><br />So, you've got a map or three, and a compass. Now you need to *plan* your route. Best option is to go south from where you are, and then head west. How far is really up to you, but be aware that the farther west you go, the less the landscape is going to be familar. Hills, and trees are going to give way to grassy plains, and the predators are going to change as you head west, and I'm not meaning just the four legged kind. <br /><br />This is *just* a plan, but its something to start with. Scour the internet and the radio waves for any information you can find about population centers so you can have an idea which ones you might stop at for supplies, and which ones you'll need to avoid. This is not going to be perfect information, but it at least means you're not traveling blindly.<br /><br />Once you have a route, and some information about the places you'll be going through, you can consider what you're going to take and how.<br /><br />Can you get a horse? If so, that will make it easier - but it will make you more of a target. Horses are worth their weight in gold, pretty much everywhere. Thieves are thieves. And if you have to *steal* that horse, expect to be hunted down and shot.<br /><br />If its yours, great - you have at worst a pack animal. This will increase the weight you can carry, but not by a lot if you intend to ride. You need to pack feed for your horse. Yes, he can subsist on grass and shrubs and what not, but like you all this travel is going to take a lot of calories out of him. Pack extra feed. And if you've got extra weight you're not using, make three quarters of it feed for the horse, one quarter extra supplies for you.<br /><br />Beyond the supplies for the horse, if you have one, the rest is pretty straight foward. You need portable shelter. There are small puptents that can be found that are easy to carry, water proof, and easy to set up. If you can get your hands on one, take it. Practice putting it up a few times so you can do it in the dark, if you must.<br /><br />You need fire. Matches, flint and steel, and practice making fire out of the worst kinds of fuel. Fire will help you in inumerable ways. It is your friend. *always* have a way to make fire.<br /><br />Food. As much trail food as you can carry. You're looking for high calorie, low weight. Nuts, dried fruit to stave off scurvy, and dried meats are a good start. You will *not* beable to carry all the food you will need. But pack plenty. On the trail you'll eat what you can find first, and suplement with what you have as much as little as possible.<br /><br />Water. There is no possible way for you to carry all the water you need with you. But you need to beable to carry as much as possible - a gallon for yourself would be ideal - more for a horse. And you need to beable to collect it, and purify it before drinking. There are purification tablets, and they work great - but they're hard to find. Boiling water works, but its time consuming. Water, as much as food will rule your trip because you need good access to both the whole way.<br /><br />Clothes. You need at least four layers. Something light and easy to walk in for the warmth of the day. Something a little heavier for the evenings. Much heavier if you get caught in a cold snap - they happen, be ready. And finally a water proof layer because you *are* going to get rained on.<br /><br />Gear. Minimum you need a light pot or pan that works well directly over fire. Something easy to carry and silence. A set of utinsils would be good, but a good belt knife can suffice for most of that in a pinch. A light hatchet for gathering firewood. Fishing line, and tackle, if you know how to fish. A good pack to haul all of this in that's comfortable on your back. Good boots. You will walk the soles off them. A few pairs of socks. <br /><br />Weapons. The hatchet makes a good back up, but you need a gun. Preferably a rifle in a decent caliber. You can take a deer with .223 if you have to, but if you're up to humping something in .308 you'd be better off. A lever gun in a larger pistol caliber will work too, and weight is a primary concern here. Have more ammo then you think you could possibly need. A hundred plus rounds. They're better then gold for trading with if you have to, and if you get yourself in a pinch and need to use it to protect yourself, you'll be surprised how fast you'll burn it up.<br /><br />All of this is *heavy* Practice packing and unpacking, and hauling it around so you understand just *how* heavy it is. These are Necesitys. Not the nice things. <br /><br />Now, lets talk about traveling. In general, travel armed. Carry your rifle. Have it ready to go if you see a meal, or a threat. When you reach population centers, keep to yourself. Trade *careful* your supplies are meager. Skins of animals you've taken can help, but I wouldn't count on it. Since you're female, you need to decide before you leave just *what* you're willing to trade to get what you need. If you don't understand my meaning, send an email to the address attached to Jon's blog here and I'll be more blunt.<br /><br />Most people are generally decent, but survival is word one these days. Trust no one until they've earned it. Take charity, and give it, if you can and if you find it - but verify *everything*.<br /><br />If you can find a group thats like minded and trust worthy, travel together. Avoid cities at all costs. Salvage might be tempting, but this far in, there's nothing to find, and they're all just death traps. Someday, we'll have to re-take them, but thats another post.<br /><br />All of this is *very* general. But its a start. Stay Warm this Winter, and if you need to, travel in the earliest spring. But if thats the way its going to be, start preparing now. <br /><br />Its not an easy road, but it can be walked, by someone who understands what they're getting into.<br /><br />-JackJonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07041372518026028618noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1141530387839758414.post-79541471834914849452011-01-07T02:47:00.000-08:002011-01-07T03:11:37.018-08:00Back OnlineSo, I haven't had time to write in a while, Guess its been close to six months now. Jack's computer died a couple days after my last post. Power Supply went kaput I guess. I'm not very up on these things - but Jack remembers the days when everyone had a computer.<br /><br />Anyway - just before winter another trader came through with a busted power supply, not unlike ours. Took Jack two weeks solid, when he finally got the time to work on it to piece together something that worked...<br /><br />But we're back online again.<br /><br />So - there's a lot of things to talk about, but I guess I'll pick up where we left off, or try. So the new bunch that came up *flew* here. Well, one of them did. The other two were driving a rather beat up old Ford Pick-Up. No idea where they got the gas to get here, but they still had over a hundred gallons of desiel for the pick-up and something called 100LL for the airplane. <br /><br />A real freaking airplane. I've read books and magazines about them, but I'd never seen one up close and *flying* like that. It was pretty awesome. Landed right on the old highway.<br /><br />The guy that got out was huge too, had to be almost seven feet tall - all gangly, even though he was older, like Jack. He was the oldest of the bunch - names Brock. Nice guy, good worker. His brother Charles and his sister Helen fill out the trio. I guess they're from way south and East - near one of the old big towns called Fargo. In the last few months, I've gathered that Jack's from Fargo too, or around there anyway - and maybe I am too - though I don't remember it.<br /><br />They came up because ther was a push of undead that were following the old interstates coming up from the Cities. Guess things got bad down south for a bit. Jack's still pretty sure we'll be ok up here. Gets too cold for the dead to move, and all that.<br /><br />I dunno, but we'll see. Anyway, they took over the old Farm to the West which Jack still calls the Asheime place. Dunno why. <br /><br />Both the men are good in the fields, though they aren't used to the work, and even Helen isn't afraid to get dirty. She and Annabelle hit it off after the first couple weeks. Anna still lives and works mostly with us, but when we all get together, and the men swap stories, and a little beer, Helen and Anna tend to disappear into another room to talk girl talk, or something. I dunno.<br /><br />Harvest went well this year. We took in fifteen percent of the crop at the other Farm, and let the new comers have the rest. Overall, we're doing well, stored up a lot of extra food, what with the extra help we got from Annabelle we were able to put in a second crop in the garden. Lost a bit of it to Freeze, but kept enough that it was more then worth it.<br /><br />We took Chuck and Brock into Bottineau after Harvest was finished for our last trade run before winter settled in properly. I noticed a lot more of the things I hadn't before but Anna's stories had made me look for. I really don't like it there at all. We left Anna and Helen behind. They spent the day doing some chores and they put together a pretty fine meal that we all shared when we got back.<br /><br />Since the new neighbors got in though its been pretty quiet. We shared Thanksgiving and Christmas with them, and I think its really helped cheer Jack up. I try to listen in an all thier conversations, but I admit some of it doesn't make a lot of sense to me. I suppose I could ask more questions, but the few times I have, the answers haven't always made sense to me. I mean - I'm not stupid, but the things they talk about missing - I can't even wrap my head around them.<br /><br />This internet thing is pretty crazy as it is - and if Jack is to be believed, and I don't see why he isn't - it used to be way bigger.<br /><br />Anyway. I guess I could talk about the dinners, and some of the other things we've done, but Winters are pretty quiet up here. There's always chores to do, but beyond them, we mostly focus on staying warm.<br /><br />Jack's been thinking we need to go up into the hills next year for Firewood, says he doesn't want to thin out the windrows anymore. Not looking forward to that. The hills got some strange folk up in them. But, if we gotta, we gotta.<br /><br />Guess we'll see. Anyway, I got to go finish my school lesson for the day before we turn off the power for the night.<br /><br />-JonJonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07041372518026028618noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1141530387839758414.post-32805735719116237862010-07-08T08:21:00.000-07:002010-07-08T08:42:43.681-07:00Messages and PortentsElectrical system's been on the fritz around here since we've been trying to introduce the new batteries we salvaged to the house's electrical system. Jack's been muttering something about resistance or somesuch. I understand simple circuits but the battery system that we charge off those solar panels and the generator on the windmill that runs the well pump is admittedly a bit beyond me.<br /><br />July 4th came and went - this year we celebrated by breaking out an assortment of Jack's weapon collection, some of the ammo stores we had been saving for barter, and the last of our fresh targets, and took them down to the little gully Jack turned into a gun range. It took us a lot of explaining and cajoling to get Annabelle to take that first shot...<br /><br />But that was all it took. Girl took to a firearm like a fish to water. She might even be a better shot then me. After morning chores for the past few days she's been going down to the gully to shoot about twenty rounds. Jack will probably let her do that for another couple days, then give her what he calls a 'combat load' of ammo and it'll just be added to her usual kit. The extra 1911 commander model, and a 20 inch AR-15 will be her responsability, and probably a fair amount of her 'pay' for the work she's been doing.<br /><br />I'm just glad she's learning to defend herself. I haven't talked about Bottineau much because we only go there now and again, and I honestly haven't paid all that much attention to the little town. We go during market days, barter our wares for things we need, then we go home. I've always thought it looked well defended and everyone we ever dealt with there had a firearm, just like us so I never really thought about it.<br /><br />Annabelle's started to open up since Jack spent the 4th teaching her to shoot, and from the looks from Jack, he's not surprised at all. Guess I need to pay more attention.<br /><br />Aparently there are two types of people in Bottineau, those with the guns, and those without. Those without are expected to work rather hard, mostly for the benifit of those with. In return they get a meager stypend of food, and 'protection' from the rigors of this world. I suppose from a certain point of view that wouldn't be such a bad system. But I'm so used to earning my keep *and* protecting myself that I can't imagine life under that system - it sounds downright cruel, listening to Annabelle tell it. Jack has reminded me that its not our business how other people chose to live, but I can tell it bugs him none the less.<br /><br />That said, its not like we can just stop trading with Bottineau, without the outside goods we get there, we'd have to travel much farther to get the things we need - or find ways to create them ourselves. And thats not going to work out.<br /><br />But I don't like what I've been hearing about our southern neighbor at all. I'm definately not going to go into there quite so careless next time.<br /><br />We got the HAM radio back up last night, along with the lights and the computer, and Jack did his thing, listening to other HAM people report this or that, and then he got a message that perked him right up. Seems some folk from another part of Dakota have decided that the getting's good to move. Got the feeling he knows em pretty good, and he mentioned we might be seeing some new faces in a few days.<br /><br />Not sure exactly what that means for our little farm - but if Jack thinks their good people, mayhap the Nelson's tragedy will have an upswing... and maybe I won't have to trampse over there every other day to look in on the place. <br /><br />I guess we'll see.Jonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07041372518026028618noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1141530387839758414.post-70456245230120714172010-06-30T11:54:00.001-07:002010-06-30T12:04:19.123-07:00BusyIts been almost a week, but its been really busy around here. Since the Nelson's died either Jack or I have had to make the three mile one way walk over to their yard to look in on the grain, and work on the clean up and salvage of whats left. Jack didn't want to send me, but after the second day he was so exaughsted he didn't have a choice. He'd met with the other farms, but they're all 'overcapacity' and since we have an extra set of hands, figured we should beable to handle it. Jack figures they're not thinking ahead enough - but if we can get through this year, then move the production to our own land - of which there is plenty - we should be ok.<br /><br />Annabelle is still settling in, but she's a good worker, and has taken over about half of my normal morning workload so we can continue to work on the salvage. So far we've brought back two carts, a colt that walked into the yard, a few hundred pounds of feed, and seed, some preserves, and a box of what Jack called 'a happy little surprise.'<br /><br />Which probably means he found something that blows up.<br /><br />The Nelson's also had a battery system in place, which they charged with a hand crank. Talk about work - but I suppose it works rain, or shine. Jack wants me to see if I can haul most of the batterys home tomorrow as its my day to head over there. Today he burned horse carcasses so I'm sure its going to smell just wonderful. After the batterys, it'll just be deciding what to do with the remains of the house - which is a little shot up. Jack seems to be at a crossroads with that. He'd like to tear to place down for building material, seeing as we have a couple horses that need shelter and our own little animal shelter is woefully small for them.<br /><br />But on the flip side, if a family comes through thats able to work the land, having a place for them to live would be good.<br /><br />In the end though, it'll be up to him. I'm sure he'll throw my back into the labor though.Jonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07041372518026028618noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1141530387839758414.post-9529323377530251872010-06-24T10:18:00.001-07:002010-06-24T10:30:58.455-07:00And work goes onWell, it quit raining today, so we've gotten back to work. Jack disappeared this morning, obstensively to make the rounds to the neighbors and deal with the remaining bandit corpses I suppose.<br /><br />Annabelle helped me move the goats over to fresh grazing land and she milked Steaksupper. Way better at it then me. This afternoon we have to get to weeding the garden. I'm keeping my rifle close at hand - but no one's ever shown Annabelle how to shoot - I'm jusre Jack will see to that soon enough if she stays around.<br /><br />She doesn't talk much just yet - not that I blame her, considering what she's survived.<br /><br />I guess we've inherited a horse and cart. Gonna have to figure out how to squeeze the horse into the animal shelter, and what we'll do with the cart when we aren't using it.<br /><br />And it appears there are other people out there. To Rose... Jack isn't really my uncle. Not by blood anyway. Long story and I might tell it some day - but he was a friend of my family before my parents died. Zombie got them. I don't really remember much, and don't like talking about it. At this point, I'll settle for being alive. Better then being one of the other two options, anyway.<br /><br />It sounds to me, not that I have much experience in the matter like your being shaken down by a thug, or gang of thugs. If you can't fight back your only real option there is to perserver. But at least if it were me, I'd strongly consider shooting the bastard, and his friends. No one should have to live under someone elses heel, even in the days like today.<br /><br />Out here you don't meet many who are adverse to such anymore - but it does happen. Typically they don't survive long. Someone comes at you wanting to take what you earned the hard way - you can't talk them out, or just let them take. You gotta show them whats yours is yours. Ain't fun. I know that now - but sometimes you gotta do it.<br /><br />Tonight I gotta start tearing down them rifles. Look like AK knockoffs. Dunno what we're gonna do with them, but it'll be a good project.<br /><br />More tomorrow if the sun stays out today.Jonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07041372518026028618noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1141530387839758414.post-45203141568632109562010-06-23T09:03:00.000-07:002010-06-23T09:42:11.092-07:00AnnabelleWe went over to the Nelson's yesterday... it wasn't a good trip. Jack had given me a mild talking to after we had finished burying the bodys of the bandits in the section of the garden plot we're resting this year about wasting ammunition. <br /><br />It wasn't angry, just a gentle prod. It was my first time under fire and I'd be lying it I hoped it wasn't my last. In the space of less then four minutes I went through ninety rounds of .223, and I don't even remember reloading.<br /><br />Jack considered leaving me behind when heading to the Nelson's but I wouldn't let him. So we headed out fairly early yesterday morning, both of us humping a light pack and a rifle. Jack was carrying one of his prized pistols too. I don't know what he was expecting to find, but we were as prepared as we could be without hauling the farm with us when we went.<br /><br />About two miles down the road we found the 'technical' from the day before. Five dead guys inside - apparently they hadn't done such a great job of uparmouring their truck, and between the two of us, we'd mortally wounded most of them while they tried to escape. That left four unaccounted for. <br /><br />Jack salvaged the machinegun - and then made me carry it - damn things are HEAVY. He said it'd build character or some crap. I got the feeling we'd be dealing with the body's later. We kept walking though, and ended up at the Nelson's about an hour later.<br /><br />I've seen some pretty horrific things in the history Jack likes to teach - at least I thought they were bad.<br /><br />What happened at the Nelson's place was worse. Taylor and Gretchen were quite dead, bodies mutilated. It was clear they'd put up a fight, and lost. Part of thier animal shelter/barn had burned down (they'd used wood in the construction, ours is mostly metal)<br /><br />For all that it was clear they'd not gone out alone. Five more bandit bodies lay where they probably fell. Their store room had been gone through, anythig the bandits didn't take they smashed, slashed or burned.<br /><br />While we were sorting through what was left, in the back of their cellar, Jack heard something. It took us a few minutes, but we finally found a trap door that led down even deeper into what had obviously been the Nelson's own little armoury and emergency stash. Huddled in the corner was a blonde girl I'd never seen before. Her clothes were torn and she was obviously frightened of us.<br /><br />Of everything I'd seen, that was the worst. We'd come to help, and she was afraid of us.<br /><br />It took a couple hours of coaxing, but she eventually came out of the corner. When she did, she hit Jack so hard and latched on that I almost thought she was attacking him. She wasn't. She was crying again.<br /><br />Jack sent me out to go see if I could find one of the Nelson's horses. I found two of them dead in their back pasture before I finally tracked down a survivor that was limping around so bad I was afriad I was going to have to shoot it. But after coaxing it over with some feed I'd found in a corner of the animal shelter that hadn't burned, I realized it hadn't been shot, just gotten a rather large stone stuck in its shoe. With a little work I got it clear and led the animal back towards the yard. As it got close it bucked in fear - probably from the smells of death, and I left it tied up to a tree near the yard. By the time I got back, Jack had gotten the girl out into the yard, and she'd appeared to have gained some semblance of composure, though there were still tears running down her face. <br /><br />He introduced us, apparently Annabelle was a hired hand the Nelson's had brought on last year after she'd run from an arranged marriage in Bottineau. She muttered something about dirty fascists at that point, which cause me off guard, I didn't know Bottineau was run by Nazis. Before I could ask what that was about Jack shook his head and I shut up.<br /><br />We covered the Nelson's with their own extra bedlinens, and stacked the bandits like cordwood off to the side. Jack had me find the Nelson's wagon and hitch up the single horse I'd found, then we loaded the Nelsons, Annabelle, the few bags of feed that we could salvage for the horse, and headed up the road back the way we came. Instead of heading directly back to the yard though, Jack took us to the little church that's about a mile distant from the farm. There's a former priest that's taken up residence there and he holds service every sunday - we go about twice a month. On the sundays we don't, Jack says we're just out in the world, looking after God's creation and he'll understand.<br /><br />I figure he's right. We dug fresh graves in the old cemetary - really heavy work - and laid the Nelson's to rest that evening with a small service lead by Pastor Hendricks. The Kendalls who are just across the road came across and joined us.<br /><br />Afterwards, Annabelle asked to come back to the farm with us, she didn't think she'd be able to work the Nelson's plot alone - and she obviously didn't *feel* safe. So she came along. We pulled a cot out of storage and made it up for her when we got home, while Jack cooked some hasty supper. Despite it all we were all famished, ate and crashed without much conversation.<br /><br />Today, Jack had been hoping to get out and take care of the remaining bodies, and look over the salvage. Some of it he would likely donate to the church - some of it we'd keep, and we needed to talk to the Kendalls and the Schells about looking after the Nelson's crops - the Nelson's grow mostly grains, and are the primary source of wheat and barley for our little area. Someone's going to have to take up the slack - and the Nelson's already have a crop in the ground that will need to be looked after and harvested this fall.<br /><br />Unfortunately, a hell of a thunderboomer came rolling over the Turtle Moutains, and we're all stuck inside. Annabelle is doing her best to be useful, and is mending some of our older gear - Jack is breaking apart the machine gun we captured and is figuring out how it works, and cleaning it up. Me... I'm doing this... and some other homework Jack came up for me to do.<br /><br />Today it's Algebra. I hate math. It might be useful... but solving for variables makes my head hurt. Story problems are better. I can relate to those.<br /><br />Anyway, I best get to it before Jack thinks I'm lullygagging or something. What does that word even mean?Jonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07041372518026028618noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1141530387839758414.post-64267744045815766982010-06-21T13:02:00.000-07:002010-06-21T13:26:29.208-07:00BanditsToday sucked, a lot.<br /><br />We were out weeding - a fairly common occurance when you don't have pesticides, by the way? Those crazy hippies who wanted back in the ninties and the early aughts to go organic? Yah, because they didn't have to do the work.<br /><br />Idiots. Anyway Jack was up on the driveway getting some of the tools we'd brought along when he spotted a line of trucks coming this way, from the direction of the border. Like I said, I've never once run into a bandit but I've heard stories.<br /><br />Well now I've seen what they're talking about.<br /><br />God knows where they got the fuel for their trucks - but the roared up our way, wisely avoiding Bottineau (which is fairly well fortified - mostly against undead, but it'll work against a few guys in trucks too, I'm sure).<br /><br />We headed for the yard, but they spotted the garden, tucked back fifteen yards from the road, just off the driveway as they got closer. Two of the trucks broke off and headed up the driveway - the rest headed down the road to the neighbors. Jack had meant to get on his radio and warn them, but we didn't have time. The two trucks were loaded with about six guys each, and they faced off against the house - loaded for bear. One of the trucks even had a machine gun mounted on it, though no one was manning it. Maybe they were out of ammo. Jack called it a technical. Didn't seem to technical to me, just a truck with a gun mounted - I think even I could figure out how to do that.<br /><br />From the look he gave me, I bet there's a history lesson in it for me. <br /><br />The front of the house is brick, which fades to sod. The front wall is a lot thicker then you'd think it should be, and I never knew why. I know why now. Behind the brick, and before you get to the insulation and sheetrock there's an extra wall... of sandbags.<br /><br />These bandits opened up, while Jack switched his own AR-15 for an Springfield M1A and sliding one of the windows open, returned fire. The wall freaking held. Was sure we were gonna be dead, but at least when you kept your body behind cover, you were ok. Bullets make a weet noise as they fly by that close.<br /><br />I really wish I didn't know that. I'm still having trouble hearing now - we didn't have time to put our earplugs in, and it was pretty balls to the wall for a couple minutes. Jack took two, and I got a third, before one of them tried a firebomb. The glass didn't break when it came through the window - pure luck, or gods own hand I'll never know, but Jack grabbed it off the floor as it *bounced* and whipped it back out there where it shattered and started a fire under one of the trucks. I think we wounded another as they decided on the better part of valor - the one truck's tires had started on fire at that point - and the beat feet. <br /><br />Jack is worried they'll be back. We put out the fire on their truck and with a watch mounted, spent the rest of the day salvaging useful items. It was pretty sparse. Fifteen to twenty gallons of some relatively low grade gas - but it should run the tractor, I hope. A couple of banged up, poorly cared for rifles which Jack has told me will be a project for me, and we dropped the oil in the truck too. Not sure what we're going to do with that - but Jack had us push it into the windbreak for the time being.<br /><br />We've been trying to reach the Nelson's all morning - but haven't gotten a response. Either the radios broke... or worse.<br /><br />I think he's planning to head that way tomorrow, its only a couple miles down the road, and they're good people. Not looking forward to that, either way. <br /><br />Anyway, batteries getting low again. Guess that'll be all for today.Jonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07041372518026028618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1141530387839758414.post-86682182882790898572010-06-21T06:45:00.000-07:002010-06-21T06:45:00.588-07:00SecondSo, Jack says I should talk about my day on this post.<br /><br />Since he's 'grading' these I guess I will. I get up every morning with the sun, get dressed, pick up my rifle, and head into the livingroom/kitchen. Usually by the time I'm up Jack already has breakfast on, usually some eggs and flatbread toast. We don't have much yeast usually, but one of the neighbors has been growing grain as his trade, so we get flower from him in return for meats and milk, usually.<br /><br />Our 'house' if you could call it that, is a squat little hut, that was originally built out of brick. Its only four rooms. A central livingroom/kitchen area, with the hearth in the center, made out of rock and mortar. The rooms are built off it to the North, East and West. They're all about the same size, and include a personal closet. They stay cool in the summer and reasonably warm in the winter, though the central room is better. I have the East Room, Jack keeps the West Room, and the North Room is a storeroom and leads into the addition.<br /><br />While I was still pretty young, Jack added on to his little brick house using Sod. From the outside it looks like our place is built into a hill. It ain't, the hill was built up around it, but apparently those first few years were pretty cold, and the brick wasn't insulated well enough. Like the old days, in the history book Jack has, he used Sod, because it was the most plentiful resource availible. Anyway, I don't know how he managed it alone, but our little hut has two extra rooms now, one is the armoury, the other is cold storage for meats and milk and such. In the Winter we make a trek to the Mouse river and pull out big blocks of ice. Bout six of them, that we shave and fit into places in the wall that Jack made. They do a good job of keeping the place cold all summer, but it does tend to get a bit damp at the end. <br /><br />In the spring and summer most of my time is split between working our garden plot - which Jack says is just a little bigger then an Acre square - and looking after our livestock. All I know is its big. We have a garden tractor for this - but we only use it in the spring and fall to til. Gas is hard to come by and doesn't last long.<br /><br />We have a small herd of goats, about ten strong with one billy and nine nannies. We usually trade off the kids, or slaughter them for meat. Every few years we roate a new billy and nannie in with the offspring, and slaughter the old. They keep the grass down, but boy are they ornery things.<br /><br />We have one old milk cow that Jack affectionately calls Steaksupper. He's a little twisted. She provides a fair amount of cream that we mostly barter to a family down the road that makes butter from it. We collect her fecese after they've dryed and use them for extra fuel in the winter. Its not great smelling, but its better then freezing.<br /><br />Beyond that we have a number of freerange chickens, gather eggs from them for consumption and occasional barter - and of course, their also useful for meat. Our Garden is mostly corn, peas, tomatoes, beans, cucumbers, and two types of sqash, and carrots. We have an area of what Jack calls Volunteer potatoes that come up almost every year, and a few heads of onions, which Jack won't eat, but will cook with, and I will eat like an apple when they're young.<br /><br />In the winter, I take the goats out of their shelter that they share with the cow and the chickens to forage. Steaksupper gets grain and hay that we've traded for in the winter. The chickens get feed that a mixture of extra corn and some of the cow's feed. Jack handles our wood supply, but I occasionally am called in to spell him in splitting. We do most of that in the fall, but not all of it gets split before winter. Its good exercise I guess.<br /><br />We don't travel much. Go to town about four or five times a year. When we do we usually use space in one of the neighbors wagons. Jack's considered getting a horse and cart, but thats just extra output for little extra input in his mind. When we go, we trade our goods for things we need like preserve supplies, cartridge components, gas, and such.<br /><br />One of our side 'businesses' is reloading ammunition. I guess for a few years, Jack made good with this - but with the threat of undead mostly died off around here, ammo isn't in as big of a need, and primers are getting scarce. We have a nice little nest egg though, should trouble flair up again - and we do good business with hunters.<br /><br />Like most people, we carry at least a rifle everywhere we go. Mine is an old AR-15 that I guess belonged to my dad. Its good for killing most of what we run into out here - the occasional hungry Cyote or fox. Headshots will work against your average zombie - though I haven't had to shoot at one of those in years - and it does just fine against your occasional bandit. I missed most of that, but I ain't stupid - a rifle is a good friend to have out here. And I'm a pretty decent shot.<br /><br />Anyway - I gots to get going. Chores.Jonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07041372518026028618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1141530387839758414.post-89344620944752316502010-06-20T06:56:00.000-07:002010-06-20T07:21:34.237-07:00First...how do you start one of these things?<br /><br />Hell if I know, but I guess I should start with my name. You can call me Jon. Its not my name, but it'll do just fine. If you're reading this, I guess there really is someone else on this thing my uncle calls a blog. He's not really my uncle... but...<br /><br /><br />Ah hell, I guess I'm getting ahead of myself. Anyway, I'm what some people call a survivor. I don't know if thats the right term or not, but I'm still alive when a lot of people aren't. Not that I had much to do with it. Hell, as best I can tell it was just because my uncle was in the right place at the right time. I'll be calling him Jack.<br /><br />Before anyone asks, no I don't know how it all started. I'm fifteen - and this 'blog' thing is a project my uncle gave me to stretch my reading an writing skills and to practice what he calls composition. <br /><br />All I know is it makes my fingers hurt, and writing these sentences takes forever. I don't know how he makes this box fly like he does.<br /><br />But just because I don't like it, doesn't mean I get to not do it. <br /><br />We live in what was Northern North Dakota, according to a map I guess, a little outside a town known as Bottineau. Its quiet here. There hasn't been an attack since I was twelve, and Jack does a good job of looking out for us. Its not an easy life I guess - but its the one I know.<br /><br />Jack still hears storys of roving bands making their way east and west from the coast on his HAM radio, but we haven't seen none. Just the occasional bandit who ends up under the garden patch. Its not a good idea to try to steal from us, you look hostile, he'll just shoot you. Its a little disconcerting, but then, we're still alive and lots of folks ain't. So I guess it works.<br /><br />Anyway, I got Chores to do, so I'll leave off here. Maybe I'll think up a good idea for tomorrow.Jonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07041372518026028618noreply@blogger.com0