As a kid I tromped these hills and mountains time and time again, knew them like the back of my hand; every road creek bed ridge line cave, knew that in a pinch how to survive long enough to get home or to get help if needed. Three years ago I realized how much I had forgotten how to respect these mountains. on vacation I was reminded how much I DIDNT know. I have always been proud of  myself on being prepared (prepped). boy was I wrong.

My awakening came the summer of camping with my nephew and his friend, I had my tent, backpack, firestarter, some dehydrated food, sleeping bag, wow was i in for a surprise or awakening. the minute i got to camp my nephew asked if i had brought a fishin pole cause if you dont catch it you aint eatin nothing tonight. BELLS AND ALARMS WENT OFF HERE) I wasnt prepped. I had no way to catch food, dehydrated food is as good as it lasts but what happens when it runs out. I had become a city boy (uggggghhhhh). It became time to get serious about preps. Not to get political and all , thats for a different forum, but as i read more and more about the “new” pres I have had real bad feelings about whats going down. I knew it was time to get off the scope and get out of metro areas, so I moved from philly back home to colo. get back to my roots. Not only the scope thing but My health was getting a bit worse than I had anticipated, more on that later, but I thank God that she was there when she was, or I wouldnt be here to type this today.

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