Surviving A Global Depression – Locating Your Depression Haven
Not long ago, I lived right at the foot of the mighty Rocky Mountains. Nearby was a small, clear lake containing several million gallons of fresh water. Just a stone’s throw to the west was a stand of about a hundred tall hardwood trees. It was an untouched stand, thus there were several dozen cords of wood that had already fallen and were bone-dry. Cutting down the entire stand would have likely produced several hundred cords of firewood to keep me toasty warm through the meanest winters, cook my food and boil all my water. Not to mention the huge barn just across the yard comprised of century-old timber that was perfectly seasoned and ready to burn in my woodstove.
Though they wouldn’t be my gourmet preference, there were thousands of fat gophers within walking distance that could be flushed out of their dens with a bit of smoke. A bit more difficult to catch but considerably more savory were the many snowshoe hares and jackrabbits, not to mention coyotes. An hour's walk to the mountains would find them teeming with deer and bighorn sheep. And, of course, a magnificent feast could be had from the several dozen plump and tasty Canada Geese which fly overhead every hour of every day or the hundreds of ducks bobbing on the lake.
Yes, it was a natural paradise, but most importantly, it was a location of sustainability. I chose to live there for the area's natural wonder, unparalleled mild microclimate and stunning mountain / prairie border scenery. But it is not lost on me that should the unthinkable happen I could have survived quite well for months or even years without electricity, gas or contact with the outside world, with my biggest problems being boredom and a yearning for pizza.
I had everything I could possibly need to live in relative comfort for a very long time just outside my front door and in storage in the basement. A large stock of multivitamins would compensate for the lack of fresh veggies and fruits, a sizeable first aid kit should take care of any emergencies and the total isolation away from the madness which might spring up in the cities will assure that I could get through this time of crisis sans bullet holes. Another advantage is that I was located at the very end of a 7-mile (11-km) dirt road, and there were probably five houses within eight square miles (20 square kilometers). The nearest town of a couple thousand people was 14 miles (23 kilometers) away. It is quite unlikely that any urban chaos or roaming gangs would have ever found me. They'd be too busy plundering the much more readily available supplies in the cities.
That remarkable, magnificent, and memorable remote location could have been the ultimate Depression Haven. It had all of the factors required to ensure that a family could easily ride out several years of virtually any urban chaos that could occur not only in relative comfort, but actually with a superlative, outdoors, natural and sustainable lifestyle. Who knows? At the end of the economic turmoil, the family might decide to not return to the cities as this is a far superior lifestyle!