We've been talking about the apocalypse a lot lately. Mostly because I'm in one of those little phases where you get hooked on something for a little bit, then move on to something else. Here is my plan so far.
Get my wagon.
Get the hell out.
Get to Yosemite.
Survive.
Sounds simple enough.
Oh yeah, and the wagon thing? It's a good idea to buy one of those little Red-Rider wagons, the ones with the fence and the big wheels, so you can pull all of your stuff. If you need to get through the woods, you can still take it too. Sounds gay until that sixty pound backpack gets a little heavy after two days of walking. And they're small enough to fit in any shed, garage, even large closets. Put it in your back seat until you run out of gas, then start pulling.
Yosemite.
I think Yosemite national park is a good place to be. It's surrounded by mountains on all sides, has a constant water supply, shielding from the wind during the winter, and shade from the heat in the summer. Plus plenty of fish and game to live off of.
Care to join me?
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