One of our questions was where we could boondock, like we do almost all the time on federal lands in the west. She understood, and directed us to a Jones pond spot, that we were later to discover was pretty much a locals secret.
Now here’s the hopeful part of all this: The hardy survivors of this depopulation are discovering that urban soil is amazingly fertile and they are beginning to grow their own food, no doubt superior to the canned and frozen stuff they survived on from inner city groceries. I like that. And if they hold out long enough, they will own some very valuable property. Hmmmm. Justice can be slow, but perhaps will come.