So if civilization collapses and things get messy in the whole Grandfather sky turns red and you have one year to hide in the wilderness fashion where are people going to go? Are you gonna stay at home? Close to home? Or do you have a place picked out in the Canadian Rockies? Personally I will try to stay here in Pennsylvania. It’s not very remote, you are never more than 5 miles from a dirt road, but on the other hand it’s not very developed. You can travel for 100s of miles without leaving tree cover and the biggest advantage is I know where everything is. I know where all the plants are and when to find them, and the animals, the rockshelters. Nick already has caches of guns and bullets throughout the woods (so he tells me, I’m not allowed to know where they are) and I plan on starting to put food caches in any day now. It started snowing again :’( They won’t exclusively be for emergencies. I want to be able to travel and camp freely this summer and not have to carry shit, but not have to go hungry if my skills suck either.
So what about songlines? Well I was learning about the north star which brought me to this link about a song to direct escaped slaves to freedom: http://quest.arc.nasa.gov/ltc/special/mlk/gourd2.html. And I’ve also heard Jon Young speak about how songlines direct the Aborigines on their walkabout. So I was thinking it would be cool if there were secret directions to the places people like us were (probably) going to be so other people could travel to join our tribe or exchange information. Of course it would depend on what direction you started from…But for example for someone coming from the West to where I live might start the directions when the land gets really hilly. That means you are almost out of Ohio. Then they might continue until they hit the first big river which would be either the Ohio or Allegheny. Then you might follow the river North to the reservoir…perhaps empty. Then you might start counting streams or bays or look for a hill with a funny shape. Then you might walk up that hill until you encounter some rocks…and in a secret enclosed space in the middle of four boulders, lo and behold there’s Penny Scout in a buckskin skirt roasting a trout next to her sweet bark shelter.
It would be cool to have bioregional meeting centers but I don’t know if you can really plan on that sort of thing. Anyhow I volunteer “my” forest to be a meeting center. If anyone’s interested I’ll write you a real songline on how to get to my basecamp! After I put you through an elaborate test of loyalty and swear you to secrecy of course.