Pushing for little.

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Even though I woke plenty early, getting going, then out, was a hassle.  The post office closes at noon.  No complaints.  I understand.  For now, it is just good to have a post office.  Who knows when that might go away.  While having mail delivered might be fine, the problem is packages.  Having to drive into town, and probably deal with rather unsympathetic sorts who wouldn't... hold things so well... would be a problem.  I really had to push to get a shower/bath in.  Lemon-lime bath salts today.  I had pushed so long that I couldn't afford much air drying time.

My fishing hat and vest were in, and some stronger magnets.  The first batch were very thin, very week.  The two that came in today are quite strong.  At 1/4 in thick, x 2x1, I think they will work very well.  The 1/16th magnets are far too weak, about what I have in the wristbands as is.  Though, perhaps, using several of them together might work too.  Just checked... yep, that will work.  It must be a mass thing, as I suspected with magnets.  Process will have an affect, the type of magnet, but mass too.  On another score, dealing with what else I picked up and the post, it's very odd, that with a 52" chest, an extra large fishing vest fits almost a hair loose.  It honestly doesn't make sense that someone my size wears only an extra large.  The tall helps, though isn't always necessary, as in this case.  Every once in a while, though, I buy something in which an extra large isn't too small... but that is exceedingly rare.  Actually, it's more like 53-54 inches, just checked.  Yeah, I have some neat toys.  Something is wrong with me or manufacturers.

After the stop there, I called my friend, to see if he wanted to go to lunch.  He isn't feeling well today.  A rare thing, but it happens.  I went ahead, just to the nearest town with eateries, and grabbed a lunch.  Boy was I surprised.  There was a fellow about 1/2" shorter than me, though that is still pretty tall.  Then a big guy came in.  I would guess three to five inches taller than me.  Should have seen the petite young thing behind the counter.  She couldn't have been five foot with heels.  I saw her give me a funny look.  Then the guy about my size came in and she sort of went into a form of shock.  Then the tall guy came in and... her eyes became saucers.  She darted off.  I think she felt the need to hide, so as to get her mind to wrap around being in bear country.  Oh, I just chuckled.  Might have grinned and lifted my eyebrow.  I think she saw that, but her mind was in full retreat.  I must admit to having been a bit surprised myself.  Still, more humor, for me, than anything.

I'll look around for the paperwork yet today.  I just can't figure out where it could have gone.  I have been looking, in short little spurts, from time to time.  Must have just been set somewhere a little off, or dropped behind something... or... I don't know.  I will skip flies tomorrow, but lunch and maybe some window shopping.  I believe I will be buying a serious cooler, so I might price them in the stores.  The one I want is less than a Yeti, even Grizzly, but not exactly cheap.  I am dither on size, too.  Whether a 45 or 65 quart is the best size.  I think, if I want to use it, for myself, for even seven days, the 65 quart is probably best... so long as I don't have to pack it in too far.  In Alaska, a mule might do?  Then again, mules probably can't survive up there, thus dog-sleds?

Yes, I keep looking.  Alaska would be quite hard.  No doubt.  I can handle isolation, so that is one thing.  Yes, long term.  I've already done that.  The long nights most of the year, and long days more a problem actually, of course would be new and possibly vexing.  The cold?  Of course.  It would slow things down.  Though, if heated well in a cabin for a bit, not so much a problem.  The thing is finding a place to set up a cabin, then of course setting it up all while staying in food.  The trick of doing the trick is half the trick.  If you get that far, then... you get to the trick.  Never easy.  Possibly, some would say probably, fatal.  The thing is, you would live until you didn't.  I've bet my life on things that aren't possible to survive.  Younger, then, but not even as healthy as I am now.  And I've got to tell you, I would rather freeze to death anywhere than to be kept alive for the benefit of bureaucrats and unions, abused in who knows what ways (especially if they found this blog). 

As to medicine, they will either keep sending it, or not.  I do remind you, I lived without proper medication for my condition for 23 years.  While older, I think the medicine has improved my condition a good 25% over what it has been, maybe more.  And, to a degree, medicinal bureaucracy is one of those things I would be hoping to leave behind.  There is medicine and there is control.  They seem to be pushing that.  I am simply not interested in playing.

Figuring out where to go up there is something else.  And there are places, technically, in the lower 48, where you could, technically, still do that.  I just think that it would be far to easy for them to screw with you down here, for anything.  Possibly just for being on some of "their land".  An inch into the wrong area could see someone in federal prison.  Up there?  If you know how to live they couldn't afford the gasoline for the helicopter to find you.  Oh, I have some time to think things over.  And I might have enough time to explore a few areas, learn a few things, before deciding.  I have a lot of stuff to get rid of, as well, first.  Even if the other option remains, some things should go now.

If I do go, I will want to get my hands on a .375 h&h.  A .338 Win magnum would be fine, both are common enough, even a 45-70 would, mostly, do.  Still, the h&h is what I have my mind on, should I go.  CZ makes a decent one, though I have it on reasonable authority that taking the rifle to a good smith, to smooth the wrinkles in the mechanisms, would be a must.  Same with all such guns, if they aren't to be simply wall mounting or safe fodder.  I just don't like the idea of debating with a brown bear on slimmer terms.  Being a loader, I can load that round down for deer.  With five shots, I can keep three loaded for... well... bear.

Yeah, later.  A bit of a break, or just a few shows, while I rest up to go digging for paperwork.