On the way home from school, Jackson fell asleep at the wheel. He was almost home, just a few hundred feet more. As he approached a turn in the road, he continued straight, across the northbound lane, through a ditch, and snuck between a power pole and a Douglas fir. He was so close to them, the side mirrors broke. He continued into a yard of blackberries where hog fencing caught him gently. Then he woke up.
The car was totaled and the fence needed to be repaired. Jackson and Paul were preparing for a camping event that night. The owner of the home was not worried, except she was going to the airport to pick up the dogs of a famous Seattle Mariner baseball player. She was dog sitting and needed to have the fence fixed. No problem.
Paul ran into town to grab some hog fencing, we towed the car home because it wouldn't turn, and the fence was quickly repaired.
They weren't even late for the scout event.
