At the thought of some quads, he relaxed a little. Tyko was used to using his truck as a base camp, and if they were moving farther in, a quad would be most helpful as his gear as not tailored for backpacking or light weight travel. He did have a day bag though. He moved to the back of the old jeep and pulled the mountain bike from the hitch, leaning it against the rig, then he released the jerry-cans and lined them up beside the bicycle. Stooping next to the hitch, he pulled the pin on the welded aluminum contraption, and tugged it free, the metal crunched and ground into the gravel as he settled it down, thankful he made it out of aluminum rather than steel from the sheer weight savings. This finally let him to the tail gate and rear hatch door of the camper shell. It wasn't elegant or well engineered, but it worked for what he had needed. The tinted hatch swung up, and the tail gate dropped, with a slight groan of old metal and clanking of rusted chains before they pulled taunt. Climbing in, over the thin foam mattress that cushioned him from the hard plywood platform when he slept, he pulled a cover and pulled from the front well behind the driver's side, a old nylon day pack, black and green, and looking like it had seen plenty of wear and tear; two of the zipper pulls were replaced with paracord pulls, and the right hand strap had been reinforced after being sandwiched between a pair of thick nylon wedges, a different shade of green, that had yet to fade. As he started sliding back out, he heard Danny comment about no tents, slithering to the ground, he shrugged at the older man, while looking back into the truck for a moment, "Well...that's good. I think I forgot to bring one."

Sliding open the drawer for his clothing, he simply packed an extra pair of socks, and a second heavy sweater, or if he didn't need the stove..."Cabins?"Tyko looked back over his shoulder to Danny and Jack, "Stoves are already up there, right? If I don't have to drag my old Coleman with me tonight, that would be a welcome relief." his fingers reached down to the wooden haft of his axe, "Is there split wood ready? And do you know if the trail is clear?" If he needed to, he could haul his felling axe and bucking saw, they didn't add that much weight, considering their usefulness if there happened to be a tree down on the trails, or if there was a lack of abundant split wood ready for them. Suddenly he cursed himself silently, he'd forgot to brink a load of dry, seasoned firewood with him. It was always like that, you think of something you might need, when you're too far from home to return and fix the situation.

Finally the last thing Danny said filtered through Tyko's mind, "Wait...women? More people are coming?"