Meadow of Beruna : Survival.

Our work continues on the Meadow of Beruna, the fortress we have been building in a GPS-undisclosed location.

We are not "survivalists," per se,
but let's just say that I can (almost) quote Robinson Crusoe verbatim,and we have seen Swiss Family Robinson more than once and I have dog-eared copies of The Road, The Passage, and Lost in the Barrens.

We will head into life expecting beauty, and remaining vegetarian,
but if the water runs out, then we've got a secret bucket filled with rainwater.

If the food supply dries up, we have cultivated colonies of moles and millipedes to feast upon.

If the power gets EMP-ed, I have a car battery with enough juice to power through a season of Downton Abbey or a couple spins of Blood on the Tracks.

Wild ostriches lurk with menace high in the trees; metal shards of mutant thorns reach out with cruelty.
Wart hogs wait in the shade-ows and we never rest easy; knowing their shadows foreshadow a hard-rain that could imminently fall,

but we are together, with a machete, a sword, three granola bars, a water, and my dad's cell number.

If the sun goes black,
we will simply set the world on fire.

We are young, and we are fun.
In the Meadow.
Of Beruna.

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Quote of the week.

“I’m a mountain goat, I tell you.”

our daughter, as she scrambles up, over, and onto everything. She is a human Babel; reaching for the skies and ever-ascending higher. May her goat-like skills only get sharper.

Additional notes on various wilderness areas we’re naming

(the following are titles we are considering giving to various areas upon which we are the first humans to ever set foot; all contained within several hundred meters of our home)

Bees of Bangor (a hive)
Castle of Iryrina
Stinging Thorns of Raponza
Gerta and Lucy (a couple trees)

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