Oh good. An elaboration on the post I made in the other thread:
loc978 said:
This [http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n182/loc978/Photos/DSC01160.jpg], this [http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n182/loc978/Photos/DSC01162.jpg], and this [http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n182/loc978/Photos/0603081544.jpg]. All within easy reach right now.
...on top of that would be my bug-out bag. It's a fair sized rucksack with two 1qt canteens (so, a little over 2L of water), 6 MREs, a change of outerwear and several changes of underwear, 200 rounds (4 unopened boxes) of .45ACP, 100 shells of 12gauge buckshot (5 unopened boxes), some gun oil, a small cleaning kit and a few rags. It's actually a little lighter than the ruck I used to carry on active duty. I'd take that to my local national guard base. Hopefully they'd be in a state of emergency and taking experienced volunteers.
(I'm about 30 miles from the nearest urban area, by the way... and a little better than 10 miles out from the nearest suburb)
If they were in a state of disarray, I'd just steal one of their 5-ton trucks, chuck all the supplies i could find into it (more MREs, water, blankets, et cetera) and head for the mountains via country roads (If I knew I had time, I'd also take the truck home first and get the rest of my arsenal, ammo and camping gear). Hopefully I'd be able to steal supplies from convenience stores and gas stations along the way... and hopefully I'd be able to operate the pumps at said gas stations to refill my big ol' diesel hog. If not, that's why I rode my bicycle to the Guard base and threw it in the truck with the rest of the supplies.
Oh, and my destination is a ski lodge on the summit of a nearby(ish) mountain. Another place I hope already has active survivors to join up with. Hopefully we (or just I) would be able to raid nearby towns for more food supplies and diesel... and we'd(I'd) be able to utilize the place's solar panels and greenhouse rooms to keep ourselves (myself) warm and fed for a few months at least... after that, if there's no rescue forthcoming (I'd be keeping tabs on TV and radio broadcasts), I'd take my truck and anyone who wanted to come with me and head northeast into rural Washington. Hopefully the estate I've had my eyes on for being a fair-sized subsistence farm with 10-foot wrought-iron fencing is available...
