I think it's folly to expect to survive the End of the World. Hell, I'm not even sure I'd want to. While I love the wilderness and have tons of wild lands in my back yard (I'm in Montana), I am a human. Humans are social animals, and outside of the context of living as part of a social group what meaning does life have? I'd rather work to make the world we share better, not stockpile stuff to ride out the end of it. Besides, if the whole thing comes crashing down no one is going to be able go it alone no matter how many beans and bullets they have stashed. At least that's my analysis.

Still, I suppose if I go out that way it will atop a very impressive pile shell casings!