Since my teenage years I have wanted a family. I wanted to be a Dad like my Dad was to me. I have been divorced twice. I have a daughter from my first ex-wife. My daughter has graduated high school and has a little girl of her own. I have 2 sons with my second ex-wife. I promise you there will be no more wives or children. All of my family has names as do I, I assure you. You will never see our names or faces on these pages nor will you find mention of where we live other than the Southwestern U.S. I do this for OPSEC (Operations Security) and our safety. I mention my preparations for the future. WTSHTF I don’t want some grasshopper who hasn’t prepared to raid my ant hill.
A little about my past. I have always been a doomie. When President Carter unilaterally drew down our nuclear weapons I became worried. Nuclear war scared me. I wanted to survive. No matter how horrible it was I wanted to live. I considered myself a survivalist but really never took any steps to plan or prepare. I bought and read Survive and American Survival Guide magazines. I bought the premier issue of Survive magazine in the fall of 1981.
I bought a couple of guns and figured I could live in the woods and hunt. My Dad said I wanted to go hide in a cave in the mountains. I probably should have.
After Reagan and the collapse of the Soviet Union I took a long break from any kind of survival preparation thoughts. Pax Reagana. In October 2005 I found out about Peak Oil. Peak Oil kicked the doomie in me into high gear. I have taken many steps to prepare to survive.
My ultimate dream spot would be some acreage in the mountains with some pastures for goats and sheep and room for an orchard and garden. My family and extended family would be there too.
