Good Luck: Episode Thirty-Seven
I brought the U.S. Army Survival Manual to the beach.
She brought yarn and knitting needles.
My driver’s side window was broken.
I opened the door, and leaned out, gave ten dollars to the ranger in her tiny hut.
We drove down the narrow road. Pine scrub, Juniper (you can roast the berries and grind them, use as a coffee substitute according to the army), turtle crossing.
Rae put the receipt on the dashboard.
I’d been reading FM 21-76 to her at night like it was a bedtime story. I suppose it’d saved many lives.
I was halfway through it.
One of the best books I’d read in forever.
I’d learned how to make a swamp bed, and how to avoid a passive outlook. I’d seen engineered blueprints to construct my own igloo, which I could heat with a lone candle.
Note to self, get some candles.
But FM 21-76 was also accidentally hilarious, accidentally poetic, accidentally thrilling.
You should read it one day.