The last drop of fossil fuels had been used up.
People had been advocating for a transitional economy for over a frustrated century, but no one had seriously invested in newfound potent mass marketed energy.
International travel, global commerce, the internet, buses, it was back to bona fide genuine local, with ye olde bikes and canoes and kayaks, the immediate area becoming much more fertile.
The wilderness wouldn't have stood a chance if virulent plague hadn't gradually set in, the North remaining largely unaffected as the virus raged then softened then dissipated.
There were lots of things to eat they just didn't taste particularly good, and without sugar and flavourings and candy things seemed bleak at times to many.
But since nature had been left unscathed as the years slowly and gingerly passed, people started to notice an abundance of animals and fish inquisitively inhabiting nearby lands.
They had to learn the old school ways that kept things flourishing thousands of years ago, and since many still knew how to read and write, schooling remained a top priority.
Old school books from older school libraries humbly chronicled ancient methods, for maintaining a healthy water supply and modestly farming without oil or gas.
But just as the movement to farm was liberally growing the conservative hunters scoffed and vilified.
The age old stand off wildly reemerging.
In temperate chaos and wanton moderation.
*I hope that's not my future dad. I'd hate to be stuck in the same town forever.
**It very well could be son, our leaders aren't that future-oriented.
*I guess I'd get to learn to ride a horse. That might be kind of fun.
**You could even tame wild horses if it ever came indifferently down to that.
*I don't really like eating fish, but I guess there would be a lot of them.
**Tartar sauce may be tough to come by, or batter or oil or lemon.
*I have always really liked camping.
**Chillin' out under millions of stars.
*That never grows old.
**No doubt.
*Bring on the agrarian armageddon.
