Michigan || Keweenaw Peninsula
Sweeney told us this land was covered with yuccas, 5000 years ago. In those days, he said, we would have floated across the bay on the inflated organs of animals we'd killed, the stomachs and bladders lashed together with sinew or with spruce root, which reached to surprising lengths under the earth.
Too much has changed in too little time for the transition back to be easy, he said; oh yes, the transition will come. Is coming. He's stockpiling Bic pens against that day. Food, shelter and clean water will be easy enough to come by. (Easy enough, I think, for Sweeney.) But people are going to be hurting for something to write with when their thoughts begin to return.