I want to give you an extra special compliment. It's getting more rare these days to run across someone who is comfortable writing more than two sentences. Also, it's rare to find someone who'll go the extra mile to help someone else, particularly a stranger. Thus, you're one to ride the river with, as they used to say.
I'm writing a strange little book series. Just got the first one in the can. I'll do three more and start on the next before turning the first four loose.
The action begins 80 years after society collapses. Even though it's set in the future, the whole thing is based on what it was like at the start of the country, circa 1700-1850, more or less. It's sort of a combo fiction/survival thing. Lots of practical info with a good storyline.
Now, practically speaking, the lady in the news piece would have been right at home in my future. The trails of the times are the roads and interstates of today. Fences are all rusted and gone for the most part.
So, from what you're telling me, a good strong horse who likes this sort of thing could do the up the hollow down the hollow thing. Jeez. Seems like a dirty trick to play on the critter. I was wondering if it were possible. It is.
Now, my story is set where I live, so I'm very familiar with the lay of the land. For the most part the trails would serve, but there might come an occasion where a character would need to light out cross country. Jackson and his boys did that very thing in 1812 when they rode from Ohatchee to Talladega.
I can't tell you how many times we have been out for a drive in the woody woods and I look off the road and try to imagine how difficult it was to get around before the roads were built. What you answered was that yep, a good horse could do it so if one had one then one wouldn't have to wear out one's mockersons to go visit the neighbors.
Of course, the roads are based on Indian trails..some of 'em dating back 10,000 years so unless you have a special need to get back in the woods, paths were always available.
I am a woodsman sure, but I gotta tell you...Before I got my GPS I surely didn't venture far off the track bekez I would surely get turned around. Ha. That and the digital calculator are two of the greatest inventions ever!
In the future I'm constructing, you'd be lucky indeed to have a horse. It's going to be mostly foot. Also, creek and river travel will come back into play big time. All the dams are blown out by this time so with a boat and paddle you can go from the east coast to the Rockies if you're of a mind.
Horses are my doggone sore spot. I wish I had had more actual experience. You can get only so much from a book.
But you know something? What you have imparted to me follows pretty much exactly what my books have to allow. Only, you're talking fact, and the books are speaking fiction. It's always best to go to the expert and you provide positive verification.
Boy, this must sound pretty dumb. Ha! (A professed outdoorsman who is ignorant of the equine way.) It's just that in my part of the country, there aren't so many horses. It's pretty populous. And country folks don't do horses as much as they could around here. It's more about cows and hay.
, I can't tell you how much I appreciate your good common horse sense. I am a piker and I admit it.
I'm amazed that there is so little info about the horse camp
in the Choccolocco WMA. Horse folks find out about it from each other I suppose. It's always busy. The trails follow the contours, naturally, but there is still a lot of up and down.
The woods in my section are pretty barren, really, especially in the winter time. About 30 miles south it changes, and gets a good deal thicker. Travel would be easy enough, except that you can't go far before you MUST go up or down. You can sidle ridges for only so far. Sneaky terrain!
But this is only theory. You can't leave the trails legally unless you're on foot. And aside from the horse trails, no motorized vehicles, period. That's a good thing.
Well, I ramble. It's off to the garden. I have NO idea what happened this year. We actually got some rain here in dry holler and made a crop.
Thank you thank you 100 times!
Your constant fan,