In all honesty, I would be terrified of leading a group, but I’d rather find a new place to live than living in this hostile environment where food grew more scarce every day. With only a few neighbors cultivating, who is to say that there won’t be a day when the other neighbors kill the families with gardens and selfishly keep all of the food to themselves until there is none left and no one that knows how to garden properly. The fear of dying at the hands of starving people convinced my dad that we would need to move quickly and at night. I understood the risks of getting caught leaving the community and hurried back to Shelby’s house the next day to tell her to leave first and prepare for everyone else’s arrival. With her truck and family loaded, the 4-horse trailer would be able to carry all of the animals and some spare gas. Leaving one horse behind to help me get around town, I bid them good luck until her father returned to pick up my family. I checked in with my brother to see if decided to come or not. They agreed to go and packed a few bags with kitchen utensils and came home with me to wait for the truck. At night it arrived and we quickly loaded the horse, bags, burlaps, blanket, a compass, an atlas, and rope. The trip was less than two hours with enough gas to make it to Yosemite, but not enough to return home. The truck would become a temporary shelter for food until we …show more content…
Over time, we learn how to make clothes from furs and how to read the weather to prepare for rain or a snowstorm. Although we have a lost a few horses and most of the chickens to the freezing temperatures, if we did not move quickly enough, they provided us enough meat to last for weeks. The snow became an excellent way to store meat to help preserve it. With frozen meat lasting longer, we can survive winter and not worry about the risk of starvation. Every year, we move further South until we reached the Sequoia National Forest. From there, we travel down the Sierra Nevada mountain and followed the Kern River. After camping at Lake Isabella for a few years, we manage to build a wagon and hook up the two horses left. At the bottom of the mountain, we decide where to travel