I did not happen there by chance. I found some old maps and planned it all out on where I wanted to set camp and see if I could make a living there. The journey to get there was long and had to be repeated several times. The trails were unsafe, the rivers were unsafe, even the mountain peaks were unsafe. Everywhere I turned there was danger. I finally learned that stealth and the trees were my best bet, even though there was danger there too. The journey seemed impossible and forever which I saw as a good thing. Most humans would not make it and quickly give up trying. I am betting on it in fact. I find many abandoned camps along the way where the dead gather making it their home now. These just prove to me how difficult it is to live out here. My hopes rise. I even find one complete camp with tents and wagons, but the dead are not here. The abandoned wagons are tempting, but I fear they will only slow me down. If I reach my destination, maybe one day I'll return to retrieve what has been left behind. I continue.

I finally reached my goal and I was amazed at how peaceful it is here. After going through what I had just gone through I did not expect this. And most everything I need is nearby. A field of grass for basketry. A wide variety of trees for wood working and building. Rocks to make tools and weapons out of. A river for fishing and drinking. Even a small junk pile. Yes, this is perfect.

I pick a spot in the middle of some thick trees. This is where I set up camp. I am tired, thirsty and hungry. I eat was is left of the food I have and then run down to the river to get a quick drink. The huge bear on the opposite bank doesn't notice me but it does remind me of where I am at. I must not let my guard down, ever. I return to my hiding place and decide to call it a night. Lots to do tomorrow. There will be lots to do for a long time to come, but for now I rest.