At a secluded spot deep in Oregon's Three Sisters Wilderness, a full moon illuminates a quiet campsite. Dinner is over, songs have been sung and campers have bedded down in their tents.
Horses move around quietly in their corrals, an occasional whinny breaking the silence of the night.
Celeste, who has had a sleep disorder since her head injury six years ago, has no trouble sleeping tonight, comforted by the sounds and smells of the horses. In the morning, as she awakens to the smell of coffee cooking on the campfire, she hears a roar from a nearby tent. Bob, the wilderness packer who has volunteered his time and mules for the trip, appears in the doorway. The other campers look sleepily at him as he stands in his white socks. There's two things you never steal from a cowboy.