It has been a year of writing. I'm no longer at Fort Stevens, as of last weekend. We moved into the old FEMA camp which is on high ground. The camp area drained an existing wetland and all that was left was endless sand. It's everywhere.
We - the Commander and I. <3 No regrets.
At the FEMA compound modular homes were setup in neat militant rows and they all were fenced so survived the apocalypse really well. The entrance of the camp was hidden more or less from tourists. The Commander and myself have a tidy little house with all the amenities that a post civilized world can offer. Some days this includes a hot shower.
I've adopted an orange hair tom cat. He catches grasshoppers and brings them to me. This is the high ground encase of earthquakes / tidal waves. FEMA put in a big chain link fence with barbed wire around the entire perimeter. (Thank you government paranoia!) There is also a lot of drainage keeping this from reverting to wet land.
Leaving the Fort was so hard. In these times when you call a place home you figure that's where you'll always be. So much has changed.
The new location in the sand wastes allows me to run Astoria, Hammond, Warrenton Oregon areas and someday I will cross the Megler bridge into Washington. Bicycles are now an important part of our operation. Some of Grant's people are here and ride guard so I can get across Young's Bay safely.
I've been visiting the Astoria Library remains when I have time and picked up several books of interest this week. Several Vegan cookbooks, embroidery and bead craft I think I brought home this time. I have an utter passion for vegetables. Wondering if this sand could ever grow anything.
It would take me too long to fill you all in on what happened to Dr. Jividen, the Mortis virus, and the final demise of the Forts tourist population, but I will be writing of my continued adventures.
Officially - Rain Runner 5
