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Mapmakers tended to hide the most critical information in the smallest print known to man. Darlene and I moved in together to save money when my landlord evicted me from my apartment for nonpayment of rent. She played the part of May at the youthful age of 35 years.I fulfilled the role of December at the tender age of 67.If anything, she was too beautiful and too self-assured. After we moved in together, I would joke that I was 'robbing the cradle' when I took her to bed.

" If you learn where someone lives, you can start to make good guesses as to their culture. The closer to the road, the more connected they were too conventional reality.

"Honey, they don't have an address, and they're not on a road," Darlene moved to the living room sofa, and I followed. I had visited many communes in my younger days, and everyone had a personality ranging from boring to batshit crazy. "Fifty miles give or take," she leaned into me as she sat next to me. We were friends back in college." "What kind of friends?

" if they had been living off the grid for 15-years this group had something going for it "You know, friends who help friends.

Anyway, they are heavy duty into the survivalist movement.

They might let us stay with them." Any group holding its own for fifteen years might be an answer to our current housing crisis, it depended on the depth of the batshit. "Okay, you've got my attention," I gave her a kiss, "Tell me everything you know. " We talked until there was no more to say, "Stay or go. Do you want to give them a try - at least for a few weeks? Living as amateur survivalists, her friends occupied an off-the-grid cabin located somewhere in the Rocky Mountains about 250 miles west of Denver.