Having read the daily entries on SurvivalBlog for a few months now, and reading the novel Patriots it seems to me that an often visited topic is whether and when to “Bug Out.” As a resident of Houston, Texas, I will try to provide insight from the perspective of a person who has been through the evacuation drill twice…and never evacuated. So there you have it, I will go ahead and show my cards up front; I am in the “hunker down” camp. Although I will explain my reasons, I will not try to convince others it is the right option; that is a personal choice. Additionally, it would be foolish and short-sided for me to suggest that hunkering down is appropriate in all circumstances; it is not. As with all best-practices, the decision of whether and when to leave your home requires a common sense judgment call on the part of each individual. However, one thing is certain: if you have prepared for most contingencies in your geographic locale, you will be able to choose whether to Bug Out or Hunker Down. If you have not prepared, you have effectively robbed yourself of the freedom to choose, and will become a banner waving member of “the Golden Horde.”
First, a little history is in order. I grew up in a small town South of Houston, Texas and was educated in a small religious private school. I spent as much time as possible neglecting my studies so that I could dedicate my time to the more important pursuits of bike riding, playing guns, building forts, swimming, and exploring the trails at the back of our neighborhood. By age 15, I had tied enough knots, built enough fires, shot enough arrows, and pitched enough tents to attain the rank of Eagle Scout. While I would not consider myself expert, I know the outdoors…and being “prepared” continues to be a part of my being. My wife and I consider Big Bend National Park one of our favorite places, are avid backpackers, and as such have accumulated enough camping gear to open a small shop.
In September of 2005 I was living in an apartment five minutes from downtown Houston. Hurricane Katrina had just devastated New Orleans and now Hurricane Rita was heading to Houston and was twice as big and ten times as bad! While many packed up their vehicles to G.O.O.D., I drove South on I-45 to Friendswood to help my mother and her husband board up their windows with plywood and PLYLOX. By the time we had finished securing the house, I was too late. I-45 Northbound back to Houston was at a virtual standstill. Having dealt with Houston traffic my whole life, I had the foresight to get online and find a different route back to my downtown apartment. Unfortunately, the route I had chosen required me to drive for quite some distance on a toll road. After sitting in bumper to bumper traffic for an hour, and driving less than a mile, I called my mother from my cell phone and asked that she get online and navigate me back to downtown from the very next exit via farm to market and county roads.
Lesson: Carry a map detailed enough to show all roads. Highway maps are not good enough. Here in Texas we have a company called Keymaps that makes books with detailed maps broken into an easy to read grid system that is searchable by street name. I highly recommend if available in your area.
I would have been in a bad situation had the power been out or had the cell phones been down. For those unfamiliar, I was lucky in that the Houston road system is not only a series of circles connecting freeways that run North, South, East and West; but also a vast maze of connected city streets and county roads. Literally you cannot get out of your vehicle and walk for more than a quarter mile in this part of City without crossing a road. Needless to say, I made it back to my apartment safe without too much inconvenience. I would later learn that many of those motorists I shared that mile-long stretch of toll road with were in the infancy of what would become one of the most harrowing 72 hour ordeals they had ever faced.
The following day, my mother and her husband joined me (with their five cats) in my 715 square food apartment for a 48 hour ride-out of the storm. It was tight but we had enough food and water to sustain us for an extended period. They navigated the same route we had discovered the night before (minus the freeway portion) traveling approximately 40 miles in less than an hour; not bad considering the parking lot formed by thousands of cars stretching North on I-45 from between Houston and Galveston and then on to every major city to the North and West of Houston.
As we sat in my small apartment something occurred to me that I will never forget: Downtown Houston was as quiet as the open range of West Texas. Anyone who has lived in a big city can attest; it is never quiet. Day and night you hear horns, engines, sirens, and every other conceivable combination of background noise. In the hours leading up to the hurricane’s approach Houston was at peace; a stark contrast to the nightmare that was unfolding on our city’s highways and freeways. 90% of the City had bugged out.
Every person I spoke with in the aftermath of Rita told the same story: “We were just going over to a relative’s house in Hempstead or a friends house in the Woodlands (both within 45 minutes of downtown Houston) so we got in the car, stopped and filled up the gas tank, grabbed a bag of chips and a soda, and got on the road to “get out of Dodge.” 48 hours later, when Rita made landfall, most had traveled less than 20 Miles from where they started (in 48 hours). I don’t think anyone facing a storm of constant bearing decreasing range would argue that they are safer in their vehicle, not to mention the more serious danger they faced: desperate strangers. During the 48 hours leading up to landfall and the approximately 24 hours it took them after landfall to get to a final destination, they witnessed the worst of humanity.
Folks, keep in mind this was September in Houston; it was about 100 degrees and 100% humidity; people are easily agitated. Your sweat doesn’t evaporate, you can’t get cool, tempers run high and patience is a commodity in short supply. Cars broke down, ran out of gas, or overheated, turning the freeways into parking lots. People were thirsty, babies were hungry-crying-not enough diapers, nowhere to go to the restroom; people, young, old, rich, and poor, defecated in broad daylight next to their vehicles. The situation was unsafe, unstable, and unsanitary. People got into fights, businesses on the interstate were stripped bare of anything to eat or drink, the young-old-sick were in real trouble and some did not make it through the awful ordeal. A bus of elderly evacuees from a retirement home caught fire, burning to death those who were bound to wheel chairs or oxygen tanks. The sad part is the vast majority of sheeple sat helpless in their cars waiting for help from the federal government and local authorities.
The federal government and local authorities were not able to provide much assistance because they too were stuck in traffic without fuel. The irony is these people suffered and died not from the natural disaster but from bad information and an overall lack of preparedness. Yes, the storm came and Houston took a hit, but the media-fueled hysteria proved to be far more dangerous. Unless you lived on the Gulf Coast, you probably didn’t hear these dirty facts because it would have necessarily highlighted the borderline criminal negligence of the major networks for their ratings-driven “news” coverage.
Fast forward three years to September of 2008. I was now married and living in my current home just North of Houston in an unincorporated part of Harris County. Hurricane Ike is barreling toward Houston; once again the “media” seems to be taking language straight from the King James Version of the Book of Revelation. Because my wife works in the safety department of MD Anderson Cancer Center, she was a “first responder” and had been stationed for the day at the Office of Emergency Management helping to evacuate the elderly from hospitals and retirement communities in the evacuation zone. My wife is was of those whose mission included heading into the Texas Medical Center while the traffic was heading the other way. On the way home following her shift her car had a blowout and hit the concrete wall of the freeway. This was September 11th, approximately 24 hours from when Ike would make landfall. Once again, sheeple were scuttling about Houston like rats on a sinking ship looking for flashlights and batteries. We were headed to the ER. Thankfully my wife was examined and released; we went home to “hunker down.” Once again my mother and her husband joined us. The extra hands were helpful as my wife was confined to the bedroom on pain medication. Lesson: When one of your team members is down, can you handle making ready your fortifications? Unlike Hurricane Rita, Ike devastated Houston. Much of the City was without water/power for weeks. The effort mobilized by the City of Houston was epic and the relief effort was inspiring. Volunteers poured in from all over the U.S. It was the opposite of New Orleans. However, had the disaster not been so localized, who knows how long it would have taken to get the grid back on line? Would it have become New Orleans eventually?
During the ordeal I had a huge “duh” moment. With my wife’s car out of commission, we were left with one vehicle. Due to my own procrastination at having a leak fixed, I had been adding air to one of my truck’s tires for about a week. Guess what happened when I wasn’t able to air it up for the 24 hours we rode out the storm? The problem gets worse; it wasn’t until I went to put on the spare I discovered that my lock lug was missing. Apparently the dealership had failed to put it back the last time they had rotated my tires. In two days we had gone from 2 operating vehicles to 0 operating vehicles.
Lesson: much like Dental work, keep up with routine vehicle maintenance! There is ample discussion on this board related to preparedness and somewhere I read the recommendation to have a practice weekend. I agree. Practice would have revealed the most glaring omission from my fortifications: power. Luckily we were at Ace Hardware when they began taking orders for generators that were in route from somewhere out of state. While I waited something like half a day, other members of our party scavenged for gas canisters and gas to fill them.
Lesson: get a generator and storage containers and fill them ahead of time! I cannot tell you the piece of mind it provides given the hot humid summers here in Houston, especially now that I have an infant at home. Ultimately Houstonians kept a calmer head than during the mass exodus of Hurricane Rita and were all the better for it. Minus property damage and the few fatalities attributable to people who absolutely would not evacuate Bolivar Peninsula, we all came out okay.
My point in telling these two stories is this: even if you are absolutely prepared to “Bug Out” when the Schumer hits the fan, are you confident you would be ahead of the Golden Horde when your car’s rubber meets the road?
First, let’s considers the source of our information today. The “media” cannot be trusted to provide unbiased information- even in the face of an emergency. Unfortunately, all media outlets are in business to make money-sensationalism sells. However, I will mention that from my experience the local media and local authorities were a pretty good bet. After all, they are in the same boat as you. The question remains: How will you really know it is time to bug out? Face it; you are probably rolling the dice on a gut feeling that is at least partially influenced by fear. Fear-based decisions are rarely sound and will likely lead you into a situation you cannot control. This leads to an even more dangerous place: Panic.
I would argue that unless you live in a locale that cannot be made safe (on the beach, for instance) you face far fewer unknown and dangerous variables in your own home than you will encounter out on the “open” road. Again, let me be clear here, in some cases the smart decision is to Bug Out no matter what. However, in those cases I would argue maybe you are better off bugging out long before the Schumer hits the fan and find a safer place to live.
I realize that for many, moving is simply not an option for many reasons; but most often it is more the case that people are just too set in their ways. Ultimately my advice is: in the face of an emergency, don’t follow the crowd of fear motivated sheeple. Exercise common sense and Be Prepared!