Must have taken a wrong turn at Albuquerque

Very productive day. Much was done to make up for the past few slacking weeks. We're raising the chickens correctly and they're looking nice and plump. We got an irrigation system running to the house now, generator is at full blast, one of our members retrieved some milk from a dairy cow. Things are looking up. I've been invited to come to Albuquerque to help some survivors. A helicopter is going to be sent to pick me up. I'm slightly afraid to leave. What we have here is a pretty solid fortress that has provided the most sanctuary so far. But I've been chosen to help these people out. Some how word has reached all the way to New Mexico about our thriving fortress. They want me to go down there and start a community similar to my own so they can successfully survive this apocalypse. I just wonder why they think so highly of me. Who's to say that my way is the right way? I guess people think highly of me though. I shall share what I know with them, but also tell them that this is simply how I live, not that it is the right way to live. Just that it has worked so far for me.
It's going to take some time to get me that helicopter though, and I may not even go due to traffic conditions (which means too many zombies).
It was a beautiful night tonight. The sun was almost completely hidden, most of the members were out and about exercising and what not. It made me smile to see how successful everything is going. If this isn't the right way to live, then I wouldn't want to live the right way. If we're going to die, let's at least go out happy. Yeah it's a bit hard to imagine a smile on your face as zombies edge towards you with the intentions of ripping out your intestines and devouring your brains, but I mean... momentarily before that moment.
My family has finally come in contact with me. I don't know if I've mentioned this before, but I've tried contacting my family and they never responded. First of all, they never responded before the out break, but afterwards... I just assumed them dead. But they called through a land line and told me they are holding up fine in a shelter near Portland. Reaching them would be a major goal for me, because it's further north. Only a few hundred miles until Canada. But I have to move my whole group up there. I can't leave them behind. So I think I'm going to go up there by myself and scout out the place and a route we can all safely take before I actually bring them up.
But off to bed now.
Signing off. 11:16pm May 26, 2009.