My great grandmother told me some stories about growing up in northern Michigan.
She said the whole family got caught in a blizzard one time and spent the whole night trying to survive the trip home. She said her father would walk out 100 yards in front of one horse and walk back in front of the other then lead the horses up and do it all over again.
Back in those days, there was no rescue coming. You didn’t spend any time thinking about whether someone would be along shortly, you started rescuing yourself immediately.
cripplecreek,
That’s just it, these people whining about the power being out, and their refrigerators not working for a few days have absolutely no freaking clue what it meant to survive just 50-80 years ago.
They are pampered, spoiled little brats who complain anytime they have adapt to different conditions for a week.
Huck, why don’t you find someone who lived through the 1938 Hurricane about tell them about your water pumps and your food going bad.