I read somewhere that a man will make a complete circle in his life: ending up where he started, that is. I've made a semi circle in 4 years. In the spring/summer of 2010 I was so disgusted with the way things are that I had the wife talked into heading for the hills with me. I was sick of the politics and the way the country/world was going. I was tired of not finding jobs that paid enough to keep up my family. I was disgusted at the fact of all the unrest/violence in the world, all the terrorism and government crap all over the globe. I was just over the whole deal and ready to bug out for higher ground... permanently! Our plan was Alaska. Go there and build a house and have a big garden and hunt for our food. Have a diesel generator for when we needed electricity and have one vehicle to get to civilization with. That was it. At that time it was me and the wife, our daughter who was three at the time, and our newborn son. My dad was down for it too. He was separated from his wife and was foaming at the mouth to go with us. My plan was to get as far out in the middle of nowhere as possible and build a log home and get started on the garden and just be by ourselves where there would be no unrest or terrorism or pandemics or anybody's politics but mine. Be there, like 100 miles from any other people and just live by my own ideas. Just get to where we knew we weren't ever gonna live any other way and burn our government I.D.'s and be totally left alone. But, along came my current job and it's paychecks and we just never left here. Ain't spoke to my dad since 2011. Other than that everything's still the same. Same feelings about the world and 99 percent of the s.o.b.'s in it. One day I'll wake up and sell the house and all but one of the trucks and swap my current hunting rifle for a bigger one and just head out. Say eff the world. I quit. What would it be like to not have to worry about ever locking the front door again at night? Or never worry about my daughter's school being the next Columbine or Sandy Hook? Never worry about Ebola coming for my baby or some punk trying to jack the wife's purse at the wal mart? It'd be awesome. I often kick myself for not leaving when I had a better chance. :thinking: