"I was doing some basic bushcraft camping - nothing fancy, just finding a random spot in the wilderness. I had a site set up, fire going, etc. Everything was ready for a weekend of camping when something in my gut told me to leave." "I had spent a good chunk of time setting up, but the feeling was overpowering. So I broke camp and left, thinking, 'Okay, I'll do it next weekend."
but I think we need a more fortified shelter. No longer vacationers, now survivalists, we need to find someplace with a cellar, someplace welcoming to wanderers - a church, a school, maybe a neighborly family farm? Fragments of a heroic fantasy appear to me: we're outrunning a tunnel of wind and cloud, throwing open heavy bulkhead doors and slipping into a warm, candlelit bunker, where the shock and adrenaline of the moment fade and are replaced by an animal relief.