Please visit breakerwhiskey.com for more information or to send a message to Whiskey's radio. Breaker Whiskey is an Atypical Artists production created by Lauren Shippen. If you'd like to support the show, please visit patreon.com/breakerwhiskey. As a patron, you will also receive each week's episodes as one longer episode every Monday. ------ [TRANSCRIPT] [click, static] Breaker, breaker, this is WAR1974, talking to even more of no one than before, because I am deep in the Wyoming wilderness. I mean, most of Wyoming is wilderness. But I’m intentionally heading off the well beaten path onto the road less traveled. I raided a camping store in Jackson—the whole town was untouched. Pristine, almost, if you ignored how overgrown the streets have become. I even saw—I even saw some Bighorn sheep wandering through main street, though they bounded off before I could get close. I still need to get that polaroid. Or maybe I should go to a library again and learn how to develop film. Not that I’ve been paying close attention to how many film cameras are lying around. But, well, I guess I haven’t been looking all that hard for a polaroid camera either. Anyway, the camping store was a gold mine. I got a much more modern camper stove, a tent, some knives, a new axe, fire starters—you name it. But the stuff I’m really excited about is my new winter coat and new winter boots. They didn’t have very many women’s clothes—really just some gloves —but I’ve always liked shopping in the men’s section anyway. It took me a bit to find boots small enough but I’m not that small myself and with all the thick socks I got, I think it’ll work out fine. So, this is all to say—I am going camping. Honest-to-god camping. I haven’t been camping in...jesus, maybe twenty years? But I mean, but what have I been doing the last six years if not a weird form of camping — [click, static] It’s surprisingly warm here. I don’t know why I expected October in Wyoming to be below freezing, but it’s in the low sixties today. Practically bikini weather. I doubt I’ll stay when the frost comes, unless I want to hole up in cabin somewhere, but, I don’t know, a week or so of sleeping under the stars instead of roadside motels or my passenger seat might be just the thing. I’m not going to be able to take the radio with me obviously—I don’t have any way to power it outside of the car. I guess I should add a battery-powered radio to my list of things to pick up. So, it might be a few days before you hear from me. I think I’m going to hike into National Park a little, find a good spot to camp. But I don’t want to carry all that much. So. You know, I’ll be back. Not that you’ve said anything in a while. It would be good to hear from you, Birdie. [click, static] But for now, this is Whiskey, going quiet. [click, static]