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Spring was coming outside of the chill air in the Okotoks valley, warmer temperatures saw the fields in a growing patchwork of green, as new shoots of life promised great bales of feed for the ranchers. The roads were straight, trying to cling to the grid uniformity that made efficient use of the land, deviating when the river dictated. To the east, the earth rolled in undulating waves, and in a few months, would be primarily a sea of golden wheat studded with squares of green alfalfa, and other grains, a sea that waved hypnotically in the wind. West, the undulated started to buckle as they rolled into the mountains, the land heaving in small mounds, that rose larger as they turned onto Highway 22X, and drove west. Hills became forested, stands of stick thin lodgepole pines shooting straight into the sky, while cattle were let free to roam in the pastures after the winter months, even a herd of bison could be see, the large, lumpy, black-brown beasts grazing on the early spring growth.

The highway soon gave way to the grid, and began to follow the land itself, staying low and between the rising hills, as the mountains grew from small shadows in the distance, to towering peaks of dark, hard stone, capped in jagged white. The forest closed in as the trucks lumbered down the highway, Bragg Creek and the town named after it were skirted for a moment, before the forest opened back slightly as they joined the Trans Canada.

As the Parks Canada truck and the old Jeep merged onto the Number 1, Louhi stirred from her slumber. Dark eyes blinked against the hard light of the sun, breaking through the clouds before her lips curled back as she yawned. She had finally grown somewhat used to this moving metal beast that had, at first, kept her on edge. The first few hours of the trip she found herself jolting awake over sudden shifts in the vehicle, terror gripping her heart until the human laid a gentle caress upon her soft fur. It was alright. He was calm. His presence soothed her nerves considerably, the clanking, the vibration, the raucous droning and the whistling of wind eventually became bearable, and then, soothing white noise to slumber to. She was barely aware of it before the human she had found herself offered her a brown stick. Curiosity piqued, she took the thick, cylindrical object between her paws and smelled it, it smelled good...meaty, with many other things mixed in. She rolled the item between her paws, its main surface was smooth, but wrinkled, not quite dry, but a thin film of oily grease that smeared a little under her touch. The ends weren't smooth, but textured and soft. Moist with a bit more of the oily grease. It smelled like food, and the man seemed to be eating it, while watching her out of the corner of his eye. She nibbled at the object, tasting it, inspecting the texture of it again with her forepaws. It was rather tasty, she decided and settled in against the soft seat to consume the offering. She wasn't sure how he quite knew she was getting hungry, but she was grateful for it.

It wasn't long before they turned south onto high way fourty, in the Kananaskis region, headed down towards the lakes that gave the area its name. In the low mountains of the Rockies they climbed as the mountains rose about them. Few vehicles traveled the road, this early in the year. By now, Tyko had an idea of the region they were headed, and while he had initially thought they might head out further, he remembered that Danny had Jack with him, and likely had to keep within a reasonable range of the teen's father. Besides, if needs must, they could always go deeper. There was plenty of space in these mountains for a person to vanish if they were so inclined.

Following the pickup down to the Kananaskis interlakes parking, he barely noticed the solitary car already there as he thought about all he had packed, and where they were. Hiking into a location would be a hell of a lot more remote, but it also meant he had over packed. Massively. Things could get interesting. As the M-677 pulled to a stop, he left the engine in neutral and set the brakes, letting the engine idle to cool off the block and the turbo, to prevent damaging them through heat-soaking, before he jumped from the cab, followed closely by Louhi, scrambling to find somewhere to relieve herself. Her reaction and the sensation he felt through the link, or bond they shared reminded him of his own needs, and his own problems of soon needing an outhouse. First though, he stretched and looked to Danny, "We're hiking in farther, ain't we?" He was apprehensive to a degree.

Society is wiser than the individual, yes. But no where in that saying does "Government" factor in.

Tell me how Police, Firefighters, Construction Workers, Doctors and so on need a Government to operate?

Hell, Companies in Detroit donated $8 million to buy the Police and Emergency Services new vehicles, which the bankrupt city could not afford. Regular people in neighborhoods have taken over demolishing abandoned houses when the city could no longer afford to pay contractors to do it. People are taking care of the parks since they city has no money to take care of them itself.

If we have no taxes, we have 20-50% more income to spend on what we want. If we want Police, people will pay to keep Police around. If we need Firefighters, people will pay to keep Firefighters around. If the roads are in need of fixing, people will pay to have them fixed. If we need Doctors, we pay them.

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