Camping

"Okay, Casey, we're heading for a friend's ranch and the roads are almost non-existent once we get into the higher elevations. Here's a radio for you to use so we can stay in contact if we get separated. It's got a 12-mile range out on the flats, a bit more if you're on top of a hill. Here's a rough map of our route."

"Great, thanks. How far is it?"

"Oh, we'll get there around ten tonight, and we'll be at camp and in our sleeping bags by midnight."

"Wow. Okay."

Casey just nodded and they went outside to get ready. Marcy came out with a medium sized cooler and put it into the back of their truck and then they were ready to leave. Goob tested the radio and when he was satisfied with it, they headed for the highway and traveled south. Casey didn't have any problems keeping the big truck and trailer in view while going down the almost deserted highway. It might be a Friday night. but this was Western Montana, the traffic was not a problem.