So after some other stuff happened on the drive down to Crested Butte (to be detailed later!), we arrived at our campsite really late…like 11pm. This was way later than we had been planning, but we weren’t too concerned. Craig had told us he would put an orange cone out on the main dirt road to mark our turn off, so we just figured we would look for that. Of course, we weren’t accounting for the weirdness of people who apparently run around in the Colorado mountains and steal orange cones. Yes, someone stole the damn cone. We ended up driving up and down this road for an hour, working ourselves into quite the state of frustration. But at least the campsite was pretty in the morning!
But it only got worse!
After we found everyone, we pulled into the area and I got out of my car to eyeball these two trees that I had to drive between. It was late, we were tired, and I wanted to make sure I wasn’t going to accidentally smack into one of them. Unfortunately, when I was doing this, poor Megan thought she would be helpful and close my door….and yup. My keys were locked inside my Pathfinder, in the ignition, with the car running and the headlights on, totally beaming onto everyone else’s tents while they slept. Awesome.
After watching the boys mess around in my door for over an hour, trying to utilize campsite materials to trigger my locks, I finally said screw it. I went and got Craig, told him I didn’t want to watch, and asked him to use his axe to break out my back window on the passenger side. So he did. And I’m sure there was a small part of him that loved every second of it!
At that point, I was so exhausted that I just went to bed, hoping the thoughts of my broken car window would disappear with a little sleep. This wouldn’t be so bad if I didn’t already feel cursed with my car! I’ve owned the Pathfinder for 4 years, and in that time, I’ve had my front license plate stolen (really?!), the electrical motherboard go out (which NEVER happens), someone smash out my (other) back window to break into my car, and someone break into my gym locker to steal my keys and then use them to break into my car in the parking lot. Of course, after they found my car (full of ski equipment and climbing gear), they decided they didn’t want anything so they just stole my entire key chain, complete with my spare key. In short, I feel like I’ve had a run of bad luck with my poor 4-wheeled friend 🙁
I woke up the next morning to my car alarm going off, and totally shot up in my tent, thinking the absolute worst. I mean, maybe someone was trying to steal my floor mats or something, right?! Luckily, it turned out to be sweet Uncle Craig who was just trying to clean out all of the broken glass from the inside. He even made a pretty good temp window that I’m still driving around with until I have the time to take it in to get fixed.
Sigh.
Do you ever feel like you own something that is “cursed?” Or do you have bad luck with cars too?!
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That sucks so bad! I owned a cursed vehicle for about 4 or 5years. It was a red chevy blazer and EVERYTHING happened to it. Too many things to mention here. I said I’d never own another red vehicle, but our corola we got in Feb is red and it already has a nice dent in the side from some dusche bag. Sorry you have a duct tape window!