This is kind of short and not so much a SHTF story, but close enough to make you think.
In the spring of 2015, my son-in-law and I went camping in the Winding Stair Mountains in Oklahoma. He knew nothing about camping and had never done it.
We got there with no problem and set up camp. He was so excited about a camp fire I thought he would wet his pants. Oh yea, this kid is over 30. Ha ha
Things were going ok and we discovered my wind up weather radio in my back pack. Cranking it up we very quickly found out there was a problem. Within the hour we would be having high winds, torrential rains, and there was a history of tornadoes with this storm.
Well, we were up kinda high and the only cover we had was the tent. So we ran everything back to the truck to leave as quick as we could. We still had to drive down the scenic road to get to a main highway and out of the storms.
Did I mention I have a pacemaker? Yeah, well, in a hurry, my heart rate exceeded what my pacer/defibralator liked and immediately kicked in knocking me onto my back. Thinking back, it was pretty funny to see his face. He was starting to freak out.
He finished loading the truck and after a few minutes I was able to get up and walk to the truck. I told him it might be best if he drove and again, he gave me this look of lunacy.
He said he cannot drive at night, he cannot see.
So crap, I drove us down the mountain. The fog was so thick I could only see the white lines. I was doing 25 and 30 miles an hour most of the way.
We finally made it down the mountain and onto a freeway. Still foggy, but no hairpin curves anymore.
We beat the storm and the camping trip was a bust. But it was almost worth it to scare the hell out of him.
What I did not do before we left was check the weather for that area.
