Day 41

It's been three weeks now since we stopped at Priest Lake. We still haven't seen another soul, living or infected. We've decided to make a living here. Fresh water, protected areas for green houses, plenty of space for building cabins, and lots of game to hunt.

Yeah we've been wondering if the crisis is over with and came up with a solution. We give it six months from now and we'll load up a truck and head south and towards civilization and investigate. Six months should be a good indicator that we'll be on our own for years to come or if we can go and help in the rebuilding effort.

Six months. Two of the large crates held a wind generator for Billy's store. He had planned on setting it up to run his store and get it off the grid but the city's ordinances wouldn't allow it because of height restrictions. Laughable now that the people who made the rules are long dead.

We've got a ridge above us that will give us enough wind energy to power our small community for decades. Not that we have any huge electronic appliances or anything but the electric coffee pot is a necessity. Lights, heat, and security though, that's what's essential and we'll get all we'll ever need.

Nathan, John, Mark, Billy, and I have spent our days fishing for fresh meat. The rest have enjoyed building the cabins and getting up some permanent shelters for each of our families to live in.

Shauna has started setting up her green houses and getting vegetables planted. She has several portable green houses that she brought with her, each green house should be able to supply ten people with enough food for a few months, we'll have plenty to eat and enough to can for the long winters. Fortunately we've got two seasons now before winter hits, enough time to prepare.

Our days are spent preparing to live, our nights are spent around a bonfire before heading off to sleep. The children are enjoying this like it's an extended camping trip. Little do they know it'll be extended for a lot longer.

We will be starting daily hunting trips soon after we get a smoke house set up to cure and preserve the meats we can bring home. We can't afford to waste anything from here on, our lives might just depend upon it. There's no way we could eat a full deer either if we brought one in right now so we'd have plenty of meats left over for later consumption.

It's not ideal but it's close and it'll get better with time and improvements. Water, food, shelter, and some minor conveniences. We're in good shape for now and for a long time to come.

We're living, maybe for the first time.