Interesting, but at this point, I’m glad that I can still walk with my walking stick. Arthritis isn’t fun. It was passed on down from great, great grandma on Mom’s side. I had 50+ years of hiking, walking, climbing, fun outdoor adventures, more than most people, and at a young age. I can still drive quite well, so if I can afford it, I drive the back and dirt roads, the local places and logging roads few ever see! People around me only know the highways. I learned the back roads through the old neighborhoods of homes made from the summer cottages and a few mansions of the 1910’s-1960’s. At rush hour, I bypass the highways all backed up with irritable commuters. The back roads aren’t necessarily shortcuts; may take more time, but are much less stressful. There are even rural stretches left here and there, county parkland for nature or preservation of the excellent water table in the pine barrens. It supplies 2/3 of Long Island with excellent tasting, chloride, and chemical free water. The pine barrens are God’s remarkable filter, so you can’t build on or develop them into industry, housing developments, shopping centers, etc. There are paved roads through sections and access roads for off-readers and fire trucks. That’s one thing you live with, naturally occurring pine barren fires in the Spring and sometimes Fall. They’re not like the fires out west. They’re also managed to allow small areas to burn safely away from houses on the outskirts. Fire opens up the brush and allows refreshing of new growth, also opens pine cones and certain seed pods that grow in sandy soil. Could one bug out and live there? Maybe. But as the lady says, it’s spiritual prep that’s most important.