Sunday, July 13, 2014
Enhanced Satellite Photo of my place.
I've put this on here before but it's been a long time. This is a satellite photo of my land. You can see some of the buildings , and the glare on the edge of the meadow is a bank of solar power panels.
If you look at the center of the picture and then down at 7 o'clock, you can see the trail winding down the mountain. My gate and the dirt road beyond it are not on this picture. If you look up from the center of the picture, towards twelve o'clock, you can see one of the streams on my property. It's just above the building you see there.
Today is Sunday and in keeping with my normal Sunday routine I'm not working on anything in particular. I have things to do tomorrow but for now I'm resting. This has been a busy week.
Went to town for breakfast. Sunday is good, because at six thirty in the morning on Sunday, nothing is moving. I drove all the way to town without seeing another car on the road. And this in summer, during tourist season. However, the weekend after the fourth is traditionally slow.
I had the last two episodes of The Sportsman Channel program America Unplugged on the recorder, and watched those. There were eight episodes in the series, and they were all very good. If you missed them, five will be shown back to back on the night of 27 July.
The fourth season of Doomsday Preppers premiers on July 24, showing on the National Geographic Channel. The "scuttlebutt" on the internet is that they are going to try to do a better job of representing real people this time, and lose the moronic clown angle. I will believe that when I see it. I haven't decided if I will even watch the premier yet.
Finished Shatter, the 2nd book in the Deep Winter trilogy. I think this is my third or fourth reading.
On the Kindle, I can highlight passages as I go along. It's quicker and easier than using a highlighter. Every time I read these two books, I get something else out of them. I'll admit, they are a kind of "how to" and "training manual" as much as they are novels. That's common in post apocalyptic fiction, and it takes some getting used to. It adds a lot of value to the book though, especially when it's as well researched and thought out as these two are.
I often recommend Deep Winter and Shatter to people who are having trouble grappling with issues like why paper currency isn't really currency, and how it has to eventually lose acceptance as having any worth. There are detailed explanations of inflation, of how currency has to be backed by something of value to be viable, of how the tax system works. Lots of economic information, presented in an understandable manner.
Plenty of detail on the nuts and bolts of getting yourself ready for a time when you can't just prance down to the Home Depot or Walmart when you need something. Lots of information on the very small items you might need. We all know the mantra about food, shelter, water, protection... these two books take it to a much more detailed level. It's "actionable" information.
Like J.W. Rawles, T.C. Sherry is religious and it features in his books. But not all of his characters are, and if the protagonist and his family practice their version of faith, that doesn't detract from the realism of the story. Sherry doesn't overdo it, like Rawles frequently does, so it seems more realistic.
Based on my experience, I'd say the vast preponderance of survivalists, or preppers, or whatever moniker suits you, really are religious people. I think that only makes them stronger, because it makes them feel like they are not on their own. As long as you don't sit back and wait for your deity to save you, or do your work for you, I consider that a strength. I'm not religious in any way, shape or form myself but objectively, I can see how it could play a big part in people's lives. I do think it has to be practiced in moderation, though.
I think it's time for a nap. That's a privilege of being older. I was in McDonald's this morning at six thirty, and the place was jammed with old men in Bermuda shorts, polo shirts, and expensive sandals or running shoes. They were in there getting their "senior coffee's" and meeting their cronies. The air was full of off color Viagra jokes and the obligatory "are you still alive?" as new guys came in the door. The parking lot was full of Florida tags.
Not one soul who wasn't gray headed. Including me.