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The closest airport is merely a field with just enough room for single-engine planes to take off and land without causing a collision. The roads are mostly gravel and dirt once they leave the two-lane highway passing the southern border of the Sequoia National Forest. The Jeep will have to take them the rest of the way.
As they drive through the Tulle reservation, they see signs in the windows for hunting and fishing licenses, grocery stores selling live bait, and roadside shacks selling produce grown nearby or the oddball selling fireworks with enough kick to rival TNT. The houses are blighted by poverty, residents trying their best to stave off entropy without quite enough resources to do it effectively.
The trading post, the largest building here, is about the size of a large supermarket. It's also the only gas station in fifty miles. The Jeep rumbles up to the pump.
"Last stop before the Commune, folks," Aurora reminds the others.
As they drive through the Tulle reservation, they see signs in the windows for hunting and fishing licenses, grocery stores selling live bait, and roadside shacks selling produce grown nearby or the oddball selling fireworks with enough kick to rival TNT. The houses are blighted by poverty, residents trying their best to stave off entropy without quite enough resources to do it effectively.
The trading post, the largest building here, is about the size of a large supermarket. It's also the only gas station in fifty miles. The Jeep rumbles up to the pump.
"Last stop before the Commune, folks," Aurora reminds the others.