Are You Ready to bug out in case of emergency? [edited title]

I apologize for the poor original title, which was “Are You Ready?”

Mea culpa, mea clpa, mea magna culpa.

I know I wouldn’t survive in a survivalist society, so I don’t bother being prepared for that kind of lifestyle. I hope I die first, like being eaten by Cthulu first.

When I lived on a brush hillside in L.A., I was actually prepared to evacuate at all times; had a list of things to toss into the car and everything. But that’s a bit different. When the bomb falls, please, let it fall directly on my house.

smooch :smiley:

But here’s a better link - click on the “Together We Prepare” logo. Lots of easy ideas that don’t cost much and are easy to put together.

And to answer the OP…of course. :slight_smile:

Hmm…despite the fact that Las Vegas is considered a target, and I actually saw one of the terrorists from 9/11 here in town (called the FBI after-the-fact and they already knew), we are probably not all that well prepared. Oddly, we did just buy a whole batch of batteries last week and now, for the first time in a long time, every flashlight in our house works! Hope that wasn’t some kind of premonition, as we had shortly before the Northridge earthquake - we were living in West Hollywood then and had just stocked up on water and flashlights two days before it happened.

The fact that you live in Saudi Arabia makes it more real for you than probably a lot of us who should think about things like this. I have thought about escape routes when driving out of town in a hurry, and luckily, we sort of live close to a couple of freeways and highways that are on the outskirts of town. But ya know…if the whole town is going to try to flee at the same time, chances are I would be wiser to try to stay where I am and do what I can.

Mostly I am concerned about the hour after a terror attack. Lots of Saudis with guns would come running and there would be no way to know the Good Guys from the Bad Guys.

So far nobody has launched an attack in order to get us to the assembly areas where we could be hit very badly. I for one have a nice sand berm picked out to cower near. Both the Good and the Bad Guys will have to look to find me.

Frankly I would feel much safer with a gun, but as I said, my situation is a bit of a special case.

I don’t. The only threat around here is the tornado and those don’t affect big areas.

Not prepared in the slightest. And we live right on the beach in a hurricane area.

I have what I jokingly refer to as my “Red Dawn” pack. A frame pack containing a tent, sleeping bag, water purification tablets, magnesium fire starter, Ka-Bar, first aid kit, a pound of rice with a small pot, a general firearms cleaning kit, extra socks, USMC survival manual, sewing kit, broken in hiking boots. The guns and ammo are in a seperate duffle. I could potentially John Rambo it out the door in 30 seconds.

I live in central Pennsylvania. No brush fires, no mudslides, no terrorists, and no big targets for war. We don’t get more than a little wet from hurricanes and we don’t get earthquakes. In the winter we can get a lot of snow on occasion, but it usually melts again in a day or two. We haven’t had any major power outages. There is on occasion some minor flooding, but nothing major in the last 100 years or so, and never around me. I live in one of the most benign places on Earth. I am still prepared to head out at a moments notice, though that is just for when someone suggests a road trip.

I was ready to bug out long before 9/11, but I’ve only ever been incidentally ready to bug out.

I’m incredibly organized about some things, so I have a plastic tub that always contains all my backpacking gear (unless I’m using it), another that contains my hunting gear, and another that contains my cross-country skiing/snowshoeing gear.

I’ve always referred to any (hypothetical) coming apocalypse as “when the shit hits the fan”. However, the acronym for the Superior Hiking Trail north of Duluth is SHT, and my wife pronounces it “shit”. The acronym for the Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness is BWCAW, and my wife pronounces it kind of like a chicken sounds (“ba-caw”). She usually says that we’re prepared for when the “shit hits the ba-caw”.