He stood on the edge of a cliff, looking down, and laughing softly as he remembered a movie quote about just what he was doing. He turned away, and headed back into the mountain range, enjoying the ability to just relax. His shrink had advised just getting away from it all for a bit, and his boss had agreed, which was why he was wandering around this particular stretch of nowhere, about forty miles from where he had started yesterday. All in all, a fun time, even if he realized he was being silly by going out this far on his own. If he got into trouble, he was on his own, which suited him just fine. Four years in the military, two combat tours, and then three years later, he was here, trying to forget the death and mortal screams, the feeling of shrapnel bouncing off his armor as his convey got hit.<br/><br/>He shook off the memories, firmly reminding himself that he was in control, and that was the past. He picked a game trail at random, and began moving along it, pausing to open his PDA and its solar recharging panel to mark his map with a GPS point, and to tie a small, unobtrusive red ribbon around a nearby tree, above head height to make it less likely to wander off, marking his way back, before resuming his fast walk deeper into the wilderness.