…your van looks like a Forest Service crime scene.
Last night the damn bear did this:
We started removing the Roadloft components and getting them to storage. After removing the fridge and rear floor mat, I discovered that there are no drainage holes in the cargo pit. The leaky water jug we’d gotten rid of in Canada had left a couple gallons under the cargo mat, and the carpet was still saturated with water from over a month ago!
I vacuumed up a few quarts of water with the Bissell. Then I laid two rolls of paper towel in the cargo pit and sat in the back trying to soak up as much more water as possible. Finally, I cracked all the windows about 3 inches and put a fan in back to try and dry it out overnight.
It’s been sunny and gorgeous this weekend, so I figured it would be fine to leave the windows down a little to help with air flow. Clear skies, no chance of rain.
Mel and I were watching Picard and I heard a clattering sound outside below the deck. I went out on the deck and saw the fat bear’s ass walking up the slope at the end of our drive into our yard. The outside lights were off and I couldn’t see anything wrong, so I called downstairs to Kyle to peek outside and see what the bear had knocked over.
“He broke your window!” said Kyle.
With the lights on now below the deck I could see a pool of shattered black cubes of glass on the driveway next to the van.