See, that's what matters. I don't give a shit what someone else thinks, long as it gets you all hot an' wet.

[He grins and pulls off onto a dirt track that heads down toward what looks like an old, dry riverbed. There are more trees here, which is nice, but man, his isn't a dirt bike and it's tough going.]

I think we oughta walk this, I don't wanna pitch us down the hill - hey.

[Just as he's hopping off, he notices there are footprints in the dirt. Old, probably, faded by the wind, but they lead to, and then beyond, a rock cairn tucked away in the bushes.]

All right, not a camping spot. You wanna do something good for someone, though? Do we still have jerky left? Or anything that won't go bad.