Camping survival
Jennie and I lived about six miles outside a very small village in Western North Carolina near the Smokey Mountains. Calling it a village was generous as it had about 75 residents, a gas station and a convenience store. This village was as far away from everything as you can get. The roads stop here because of the mountains. Our place had 97 acres of mostly forest. We had a small house with a small barn for our two horses. We rode horses as much as time permitted. We weren’t limited to riding on our acreage because the state owned the rest of the mountain behind us. Everyone here kept to themselves pretty much and weren’t really very friendly. That was fine by me as long as they didn’t cause me any trouble. In the …