I was talking to Rascal the other day and was telling him a story that my great uncle had told me about some interesting things he did during WW2. I made the comment that it’s a shame he never wrote those stories down and that they will probably be lost forever in one more generation of our family. The more I thought about that, the more it bothered me and so I got to thinking. Maybe I should write them down. Then I thought, maybe I’ll just write down stuff from my life, so my kids can share with theirs and so on.
So I’m writing about my prepping and the reasons I started and progression with it. Of course I was thinking about when I ran across the APN and then GPN. I was thinking about that first campout I went to a Hard Labor Creek State Park and how Rascal and I were welcomed with open arms. I had only been prepping for about two years at that point and still had a lot to learn.
Over the following years, GPN transitioned to SEPN. I enjoyed many campouts and made some great friends. As I was thinking about all this, I realized that, without this community, I don’t think I would have kept prepping. I had pressure from a spouse that was adamantly against prepping. Many of you remember that.
Thank you all for being such a supportive community. I’m still learning new things about prepping all the time, but am fortunate enough to now be one of those helping others get started.
