Scott D. McLean, MD

OK, so I’m animated. What? A Transit Trail, animated? Could be I am the epitome of an inanimate object, but that didn’t prevent my drivers from taking this little class B campervan south of the border. Canadian border!

Last week we were in Montana. The map gods took us along snowy and winding roads through the rolling hills of the Blackfeet, where we saw Bison, and presumably the Bison saw us. Based on their eye rolling, I am under the distinct impression that they were unimpressed. I, however, was feeling snarky and therefore played a little trick on Paula, one of my overlords. As we swept down from the mountains into Helena, Paula noticed that all her batteries – for gloves, boots, tenor sax – were not charging. She checked the electrical system (called Ecoflow, one of my good buddies) and the control panel was dark. Blank. Nada. That would mean no light, no way to turn on and control the Espar heater, no Netflix. The horror! And a damn cold night in Helena. But just kidding. The humanoids connected to the 30 Amp electrical outlet in the KOA campground and we all sprung to life. Ecoflow and I were laughing our capacitors off. We were like “What? The power was what? Are you sure? Well, gee, looks OK to us.”

By the way, I got the grey water to drain out of the sink. Not sure where it went. The grey water tank monitor reads zero, but that monitor is in rehab for the 5th time and, frankly, I’ve never trusted it. Maybe it’s been recruited for a Cabinet position.