As we returned to our rock Sally though she heard something coming down a small rabbit trail to our left; her ears are better than mine as I have
spent to many years around noisy aircraft. I stepped into the woods for concealment as Sally stood just off the barely visible trail in the grass. It
did not take long to see someone walking upon the trail. I could tell it was a woman carrying what looked like an AR slung by her side and some kind
of leg strapped pistol on her right leg. Sally just stood there waiting and I stayed concealed as I figured I had the situation covered with my
The woman called out when she saw Sally with a "Hello there, I am Julie."
Sally replied, "I am Sally Sims from the Rock Port farm."
"Sally do you remember me we were at your Christmas party two years ago"?
Sally went forward and the two women hugged a greeting as they exchanged how, what, and whens .
Just a moment later a big guy, and I do mean big stepped out of the woods and walked to the two girls.
"Sally do you remember my husband Roger"?
"How could I forget" was Sally's reply.
It was then I stepped out of my concealment and presented myself weapon lowered .
"Julie and Roger this is Jay Benson from the Benson farm."
Roger stuck out his hand and I took the shovel of a hand into mine. It was a firm manly hand shake but there was no effort on Roger's part to crush my
hand into a bloody bone crushed nub like he used to do back in high school. Roger was a senior when I was a freshman. He played fullback and I played
wide receiver. We had a great football season and won the state pennant for high school football that year. I even got to play sometimes as I was fast
and the coach said I had good hands.
"Damn Roger you still look like you are pumping iron and could life a car all by yourself"!
He almost blushed and said,"You seem to be doing 'not to bad' yourself," was his reply.
There was more small talk and about how Julie had heard the two gun shots and had decided to investigate what the ruckus had been all about, and see
if anyone was still at the lake.
They invited us back to their home away from home and as we followed I mentioned that I had never seen anything like a living space other than Mark's
at the lake. Roger said, "That was the plan since Kennedy and the Cuban Missile crises. See my Grandfather started the place and my Dad got serious
about finishing it after 9/11. All we have done is spend a fortune on stocking the place and making it as hidden as we could."
We were maybe 20 yards away from our destination before I got the first hint there had been some foot traffic in the area. We proceeded and at first
all you could see was the low ridge-line jutting probably 70 feet into the sky with dense foliage, trees, and brush, covering everything. It wasn't
really a real ridge line as this had been part of the dirt removed when the lake had been made deeper and larger but still, the excavated dirt was
almost 100 yards long and fairly consistent in its height. I had been back here a few times but never wanted to cut a path to the top of the hill, as
once there, the brush was so think you would not be able to see anything further than 10 feet around you.
We followed Julie and Roger to a well camouflaged double wide iron door which was hard to discern even from 10 feet away. Roger looked around and
behind us and then opened the right side of the double door before saying, "Welcome to our castle."
We entered and after 12 feet made a 90 degree turn to the left and after another 5 feet there was another 90 degree turn to the right. Once past all
the turns Roger produced a key from his key chain and opened another iron door. When I say iron door it does not do the door justice as it was 3"
thick and swung outward or toward us on 4 hidden concrete mounted hinges. Roger just said, " Granddad was a civil engineer and when he built something
he built it to last. Those walls of the tunnel are 3 foot thick reinforced concrete and once we enter the living areas everything is that think or
I was deeply impressed and said so, as did Sally.
Roger and Julie had a living space of 2000 Sq feet with another 1500 feet dedicated to storage and the place was stocked with everything anyone might
want or need for the end of civilization. As we were all sitting in the Den and telling our stories over a few drinks of bottled water I told Roger
about the SKS and where to find it with the ammo.
He wanted to know our future plans which I laid out the best I could as both Sally's and my home had been burned to the ground. Roger said he had just
returned two days ago from the airport and Ben the airport owner had said nothing was flyable as all the wiring harnesses has been fried on the
aircraft he had checked. Roger had gone to his hanger and because it was grounded and hardened for an EMP air burst his Maule still had power. He had
flown to Dothan, Alabama and even flew over Ft. Rucker and there was not a light on anyplace. He said there was nothing moving on any street or
highway except for some people walking and waving at his aircraft in desperation; he figured whatever the thing was that turned out the lights..... it
was very effective.
Roger went to a desk drawer and pulled out two sets of keys which he placed in front of me, "This key will get you into the hanger and this key will
start the Maule. I also have 4 ATVs in an underground shed and you can take one to the airport which will make everything much easier for you two.
Leave the ATV in my hanger and tell Ben he can use it if he has to."
I did not go through all the useless blathering words of thanks or I can't do that, as most people would probably have done as I just stood up and
extended my hand to Roger and said, "Thanks Roger."
Roger explained that he and Julie had at least two years of food stored and with the lake, fish, and his purification system which would furnish all
the water they would ever need, he figured they were set . He had gas stored but he knew the gas would go bad within a year so we might as well use it
before it goes bad. He had managed to gravity fill the Maule gas tanks from the elevated gas storage tank once he had returned to Wind Sock
airport.... so the Maule was full. Ben did not even charge him for the Avgas.
After many thanks, hugs, and handshakes we were on our way as we did not want to mooch of of Roger and Julie as they were set for two people to ride
whatever this was for the long term. I did fill my back pack water blivet and Julie insisted on Sally taking some storable food in her back pack .
I drove the ATV to the paved road and then got Sally to drive so I could ride shot gun, just in case. The day was overcast but I figured the scud
layer would burn off by ten or eleven O'clock or by sometime after we arrived at the airport.
We were only 4.5 miles from the airport so we made a good uneventful journey to our destination.
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