What is “The Box” and why should anyone be “Outside” of it?
Well, I suppose “The Box” could refer to the city, the suburbs, or all cities everywhere. There are many reasons to want to leave these places—love of the outdoors, being naturally nomadic in disposition (non-sedentary types like tramps, bikers, drifters, outlaws, gypsies, beatniks and hippies and free men), enjoying freedom in this life, or some combination of these, or whichever.
Perhaps some people fear what might happen when the grid fails, the power goes out, and “basic human services” break down. Perhaps they want to prepare for the worst…
Maybe someone is “on the run”…or maybe someone envisions a life in which he or she will soon be “on the run.”
It might even be that people stuffed into crowded cities might feel a sudden panic, an overwhelming need, to get out.
Whether or not you should be outside of it is longer my concern; my only focus is on how one might go about it. This is about living away from civilization, for perhaps years at a time. So, this is about “Off The Grid” stuff, of course, as well. But it’s also about how to “lay low,” or just remain anonymous.
So, why you should be “Outside The Box”—of civilization—is not my concern. I’m more interested in the how, when and where.
I have been compelled to leave it again and again throughout my life, since a very young age in fact. Here is list of places I’ve slept, as an example.
I may get into my own history with being Outside The Box (or trying to get there) some other time. For now, I’ll just get into what I’ve been doing lately…
I’ve been studying maps since I was a young teenager, trying to decide the best place for me to live; topographic maps, satellite maps, population density maps, temperature and rainfall maps. It would also have to be a place where food was plentiful. (Being only one person, I knew I’d have my hands full; this sort of thing is best suited for a tribe, a group of ten to thirty people. I think three people could manage it, barely—four would be the minimum. Two couples, with or without kids, would be able to make it without much hardship. And, of course, the more people involved, the easier things will get. Later I’d prove that two people alone in the wild would have a very difficult time of it.)
Anyway, I chose the Last Frontier: the mountainous, rain-forested, ocean-backed wilderness from western British Columbia to Alaska.
I decided on the southern part of BC as a “for now” thing. It’s never been where I wanted to spend “the rest of my life.” It was only going to be an area in which to adapt, acclimatize, gain experience, and get hardcore. Because I was out of shape, flabby, weak, and had no experience living off the land in any region other than central Alberta.
The following is how I went about it—in three stages, or parts, it turned out. I documented as much as I could, thinking that if someone out there wanted some suggestions (or mainly just advise on what not to do), perhaps things I wrote might be helpful.
It is my still belief that if someone as fucked up, as poor, and as out of shape as me could do it, anyone could…