Fortunately you are not hurt-just shaken up a bit-but Jakes ankle seems to be sprained. He can't put any weight on it. To make matters worse, the radio stopped working on impact.
The two of you huddle down into your seats. Jake has wrapped his ankle in a red plaid scarf. "I'm afraid we're pretty far off course,"he says, his eyes scanning the map. "Out only hope is for you to make it to that ranger stationwe saw on the way in. I'd say it's about nine miles east of here. It looked abandoned from the air, but if it's like most of the stations in this area, it's stocked with canned food and an emergency radio transmitter."
