Rich grunts. “Just like the others. Is it too much to ask for a damn bank in this town?” Soon after leaving the Blackbear’s parking lot, we discovered Rich had left all his cash in his truck. He had his credit cards, but didn’t want to use the ATMs for fear of being traced. A teller inside a bank would let him make a withdrawal without that worry. Unfortunately, that wasn’t a possibility at this hour. “Any motels around here would want money upfront,” Rich grumbles as he climbs back onto the bike. “So, where does that leave us?” Rich gives me a knowing look. “You ever been camping?” *** The good thing about being in such a remote location is that it’s not hard to get away from people. The bad thing is that it doesn’t take more than a single wrong turn to get lost. I follow Rich through yet another muddy trail in the woods. This is a recreational camping area, so I’m not too worried about becoming hopelessly stranded. Of course, we did have to climb over a chain fence to get inside.
