Last one out, please turn out the lights!

I have learned a very important lesson.

Being rather tall, and sleeping in a car that is /just/ big enough for me, I tend to bump in to things quite a lot. My bags, the seats, the roof, all are targets for my elbows, head, knees, and sadly, my 'man bun'.

When I come off of a trip, my first concern is making sure that my groups get all their gear off the ferry. After that, it's a power walk to my car, which has been parked all week. Walking up, I always cross my fingers in the hopes that no one has slashed my tires, broken my windows, or taken my roof box. Normally, I can tell that everything is alright right as I hit the unlock button on my keys.

This week, when I pressed that button, my heart sank. No happy flashing "I've missed you, Carter! Lets go for a drive!" lights. No peppy "Beep beep, folks!" or that satisfying sound of the doors unlocking. Nothing happened. Nothing at all. Turning the keys in the ignition, not even the engine would respond. My car was dead in the water.

Thanks to the folks parked beside me, we jumped the engine and life sprang back! I was so pleased that I went for a good 15 minute drive to celebrate. As I was driving, I decided that tonight would be a comfort food night, and I pulled in to my favourite Chinese food restaurant.

With food in hand, I walked back to my beloved house on wheels, just to find her in the same state she had been in not so long ago - dead as a doornail.

With no one else in sight, I ended up having to call for a jump from AMA. They were quick, and appreciated the fortune cookies I gave them as thanks. He told me that I needed to keep Hannah running for AT LEAST half an hour to get enough charge. As such, I drove with the sunset, from Port Alberni to Nanaimo and back.

Pulling back into town, I shoulder checked before turing into my sleeping lot, when something out of the corner of my eye. A tiny light at the very back of my car. Bright, cheery, and all to happy to be on.

I vaguely remember crawling out the trunk of my car, my bun brushing the roof on my way out. This light - that is now known as "That F@#*ing Light", was the cause of my dismay.

Lesson Learned. Systems updated. Jumper Cables Acquired.