DAY 885: 4 … 3 … 2 … 1 … Ignition!

Four hours.

Three angels.

Two trips to Napa.

One threat to impound the bus if it wasn’t gone by 5.

But with the new ignition in, and the battery hooked back up, Karma started right up. It’s just we couldn’t get the battery to slide back into its box. The problem trequired tearing down the creature condo wrapped around three sides of the battery, with acorns stuffed everywhere. I recognized the skoolie homestead acorns that had pelted by bus for weeks. I imagine the guests either missed the bus or are now relocated in Florida.